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An' I reckon that barrin' some little difference in viewpoint, we think about alike. . . . Yonder's Antelope Butte. We'll be safe to camp there till we find out which way the wind blows before we strike across." Deeper and deeper they pushed into the bad lands, the huge bulk of Antelope Butte looming always before them, its outline showing distinctly in the light of the sinking moon.
Here and there a high-flung mound, smooth and oval or capped with ledges of black, glistening rode broke the monotony of the view. Engrossed in the study of the almost primitive picture Carolyn June forgot the flight of time and the speed at which they were traveling. "Yonder's the ranch!"
"This won't do," said Slag, on making the discovery. "We'll have to steer d'rect for the highest land." "That's so, Joe," said Mitford, "and yonder's a height away there, right in the wind's eye, that will act as a beacon to us." "I sees it, John but, I say, what's the matter wi' Terrence?"
"Nothing, sir; we only want to see them pelts, Tim and me." "Do you know the man?" I demanded. Murphy gazed musingly at Mount through narrowed eyes. Mount, in a brown study, stared back. "Phwere th' divil have I seen him, I dunnoa!" muttered Murphy. "Jack, 'tis wan mush-rat looks like th' next, an' all thrappers has the same cut to them! Yonder's no thrapper!"
Mallow tore the band from a fresh cigar and struck a match. "I know when I've got enough. If you could get a good look at her when she's angry, you'd change your tune." Mallow sighed audibly. "Most women are tame, and that's why I've fought shy of the yoke. Yonder's the sort for me. The man who marries her will have his work cut out.
"Very beautiful, Nat," said my uncle at last, "but the floor here is rather damp; I am tired and hungry; and we have to get out. Which way shall we try?" "Not go back, uncle," I said quickly. "Let's get into the sunshine again." "Certainly; but how? We can't wade any farther without risk of drowning. What do you say, Cross?" "Yonder's an awful pit, sir," said the carpenter.
Yonder's the Little Rockies, an' them big black buttes to the south are the Judith, an' you can see way beyond the Judith if you look close the Big Snowy Mountains. They're more than a hundred miles away." The cowboy ceased speaking suddenly. And Alice, following his gaze, made out far to the north-eastward a moving speck. The Texan crouched and motioned the others into the shelter of a rock.
"Yonder's a pit-trap!" he exclaimed, "and I believe there's a dog has got into it. Well, I shall give it a shot, and put the creature out of its misery." "Do so," replied Hendrik. "I hate the creatures as much as any other noxious vermin, but it would be cruel to let one starve to death in that way. Kill it." Willem rode up to the pit and dismounted.
The opposite slope was in shadow, but the slanting sunbeams touched a belt of fresh growth that glowed a vivid green against the somber color of the surrounding trees. "That," said Thirlwell, "is, no doubt, where the rampikes stood. They've gone, and young willows have sprung up. Yonder's the low cliff. It looks as if we had arrived!" Agatha stopped for a few moments and felt her heart beat.
"It's all right," exclaimed Joses, "we can get the lot if we like, for they can't get away. Yonder's a regular dip down where they can't jump. Keep your rifles ready, my boys, and we'll shoot two. That'll be enough." As they spread out and slowly advanced, the sheep ran back out of sight, but came back again, proving Joses' words, that there was a precipice beyond them and their enemies in front.
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