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The entire band, save Old Felix, had been exterminated. Their limp and still-bleeding carcasses, riddled and torn by soft-nosed bullets, lay among the rocks. Wanton slaughter it was, without even the excuse of the necessity of meat, since only a yearling's hind quarters were gone. Not even the plea of killing for trophies could be offered, since the heads of the ewes were valueless.
Suddenly, with a new feint for the yearling's solar plexus, Holmes suddenly raised, driving in hard on the left side of Mr. Butler's jaw. That sent the dazed man down. He went in a heap, then unfolded and lay limp. Time-keeper Connors began to count, though perfunctorily. There was no reason to believe that Mr. Butler could wake up in time, and he didn't. Mr.
You were only the incidental victim. I had no willing or knowing part in your discomfiture. I tell you this now, sir, after having proved that I wasn't afraid merely of being called out. I am tremendously sorry that this fight had to be." "You held up your end all right, mister," was the yearling's concise tribute.
The yearling's left fist landed with such force as to cause a half square yard of plaster to fall with a thud. With a yell of disgust Spurlock wheeled about, but the plebe was waiting for him. At just the right instant, Dick let fly with all his might with his own left. It caught the yearling over the right eye, closing it. Just three or four feet back danced Prescott, then came forward again.
Dick Prescott's first movement was to pounce upon his disordered bedding, swiftly folding over the mattress, and laying the bed clothing in the prescribed manner. Then he tiptoed up to the dismayed Judson, whispering in that yearling's ear as he knowingly winked at Pratt: "If I'm not too abominably b.j., sir, won't you please come to my table and help me bone math?"
"In the third he's going to remember the old Gridley fighting principle: Greg, you simply can't be whipped. Now, wade in and seize hold of Mr. Butler's scalp-lock." Soon the fighters were at it again. Two or three body blows Greg took, and they stung, coming from such steam-driven fists as the yearling's. But Mr. Holmes's damaged left eye was closing rapidly.
Then it returned, soaring high in the heavens, and after two or three wide circles, swooped down at the solitary yearling, its legs hanging down. We halted at two hundred yards to see the end. But the eagle could not quite make up its mind to attack. Twice it hovered within a foot or two of the yearling's head again flew off and again returned.
Butler did not pass on Greg's side of the street, but passed rather close to the tent opposite. Certainly the yearling's eyes were not on the ground. He saw not the cord on this side of the street. There was a catch, a trip, and Mr. Butler went to the ground, mussing the knees of his spooniest pair of white ducks. Moreover, he cut the palm of his right hand, slightly, on a sharp pebble.
By this time nearly all the women were standing around us. This was the first Buffalo they had ever seen and they were a great curiosity to them. With the rest was a middle-aged lady, and with her she had two daughters nearly grown. The mother stood near me watching me work. She said, "Mr. Drannan, may I have a piece of that yearling's hind quarter?
"We now know, quite well," broke in Dobbs, "that it is a yearling's sacred and bounden duty to lick a plebe into shape in the shortest possible order. Though it never has been done, and never can be done inside of a year," he finished with a sigh. "Do you seek words of wisdom from your class president?" Cadet Prescott inquired. "Oh, yes, wise and worthy sir!" begged Furlong.
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