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He hurried down the track west of a curve which was a few hundred feet beyond the washout, and saw the train coming at full speed. He jumped on a fence skirting the tracks, and waved the tablecloth wildly. "Will they see it?" he asked himself, anxiously. It was an anxious moment for Harry as he stood waving the danger signal, uncertain whether it would attract the attention of the engineer.
The beaver-men the traders the creoles and the half-breeds slid from their horses and showered their bullets over the washout, throwing clouds of wet dirt over the braves crowding under its banks. The frightened Indian ponies swarmed out of one end of the cut, but were soon brought back and herded together in the sagebrush by the moccasin boys of the Yellow-Eyes.
If lovers could be summoned as opportunely in real life as they are in stories, hearts would not ache so often and life would be quite monotonously serene. Weary was at that moment twenty miles away, busily engaged in chastising Glory, that had refused point-blank to cross a certain washout.
She glanced at the man eyeing her so distrustfully from across the table and gurgled again. It was terribly silly, but she simply could not help seeing Ward Warren calmly filling that washout with dead Indians so that he might carry her across it in his arms. The more she tried to forget that, the funnier it became.
His feet had become entangled in the long picket rope, and he had fallen at the edge of the washout with a badly-broken leg. The party gathered about the unfortunate animal, lamenting the fact that he must be shot to relieve him of his suffering. "As they stood talking, Dad noticed a movement in a nearby clump of bushes. Was he mistaken?
Rising head and shoulders above the crowd and well in front stood Jefferson Creede, the foreman of the Dos S; and as a portly gentleman in an unseasonable linen duster dropped off the Pullman he advanced, waving his hand largely. "Hullo, Judge!" he exclaimed, grinning jovially. "I was afraid you'd bogged down into a washout somewhere!"
"Campbell," Ford supplied shortly. "I beg your pardon? You mumbled " "Campbell!" Ford was tempted to shout it but contented himself with a tart distinctness. A late, untoward incident had made him somewhat touchy over his name, and he had not mumbled. "Oh. Did you skin your face and blacken your eye, Mr. Campbell, when you tried to jump that washout?" "No." Ford did not offer any explanation.
As a pebble striking an anthill stirs into angry life a thousand startled workers, so a mountain washout startles a division and concentrates upon a single point the very last reserve of its activities and energies. For thirty minutes the wires sung with Callahan's messages.
"We've got to go right through the top of this pine tree, Thea. No time to hunt a way around. Give me your hand." After they had crashed through the mass of branches, Fred stopped abruptly. "Gosh, what a hole! Can you jump it? Wait a minute." He cleared the washout, slipped on the wet rock at the farther side, and caught himself just in time to escape a tumble.
When Sunfish, between flashes, stumbled into a shallow washout, and sent Thurston sailing unbeautifully over his head, Bob pulled up and slid off his horse in a hurry. "Yuh hurt, Bud?" he cried anxiously, bending over him.
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