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"Shore, dad, y'u're not used to hearing spades called spades," said Ellen, as she dismounted. "Humph!" ejaculated her father, as if convinced of the uselessness of trying to understand a woman. "Say, did you see any strange horse tracks?" "I reckon I did. And I know who made them." Jorth stiffened. All the men behind him showed a sudden intensity of suspense. "Who?" demanded Jorth.

"Y'u're still hoping to make a Sunday school superintendent out of me, I see. Y'u haven't forgot all your schoolmarm ways yet, but I'll teach y'u to forget them." The other cousin watched him with a cool, quiet glance that never wavered.

Whyfor can't I go?" demanded Jim. Bannister, the outlaw, eyed him unpleasantly. "Y'u certainly can so far as I am concerned. I owe y'u one, too, Mr. McWilliams. Only if y'u come of your own free will, as y'u are surely welcome to do, don't holler if y'u're not so welcome to leave whenever y'u take a notion." "I'll try and look out for that. It's settled, then, that we ride together.

My God, did you ever see anything so quick? They drilled through each other like lightning." Mac looked him over with dry contempt. "My friend, y'u're too tender for a genuwine A1 bad man. If I was handing y'u a bunch of advice it would be to get back to the prosaic paths of peace right prompt. And while we're on the subject I'll borrow your guns.

It ain't polite to rush away right after dinner. Besides, Mac will be here all day. He ain't starting for New York." "Y'u're gittin' blamed particular. Mac he went right out." "But Mac didn't have a most particular engagement with the boys. There's a difference." "Why, I ain't got " Reddy paused and looked around helplessly.

You didn't happen to pass one on the way, I suppose?" "No, I didn't. What ranch were y'u going to, ma'am? "Miss Messiter's the Lazy D." A suspicion began to penetrate the foreman's brain. "Y'u ain't Miss Darling?" "What makes you so sure I'm not?" she asked, tilting her dimpled chin toward him aggressively. "Y'u're too young," he protested, helplessly.

The wind moaned fitfully among the pines, and all about that lonely, hidden recess was in harmony with Ellen's thoughts. "Girl, y'u're shore game," said Colter, admiringly. "An' I reckon y'u never got it from the Jorths." "Tad in there he's game," said Queen, in mild protest. "Not to my notion," replied Colter.

"Wal I'm shore glad y'u're home," he replied. "Antonio's gone with his squaw. An' I was some worried aboot y'u." "Who's with y'u, Colter?" queried Ellen, sitting up. "Rock Wells an' Springer. Tad Jorth was with us, but we had to leave him over heah in a cabin." "What's the matter with him?" "Wal, he's hurt tolerable bad," was the slow reply.

His effort to recover from the shock was painfully obvious. He stammered incoherently. "Shore y'u're more than a liar, too," cried Ellen, facing him with blazing eyes. And the rifle, gripped in both hands, seemed to declare her intent of menace. "That row was not about sheep.... Jean Isbel didn't beat y'u for anythin' about sheep.... Old John Sprague was in Greaves's store. He heard y'u.

"Am I drunk that you grab me?" "Wal, y'u ain't drunk, I reckon," replied the rustler, with sarcasm. "But y'u're shore some things I'll reserve for your private ear." Jorth gained a semblance of composure. But it was evident that he labored under a shock. "Ellen, did Jean Isbel see this black horse?" "Yes. He asked me how I got Spades an' I told him." "Did he say Spades belonged to him?"

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