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Indeed Blinky had to run to keep up with him. "I told you, pard," said his comrade. huskily. "Hell to pay! the luck!" Pan had only one conscious thought to see Lucy. All else seemed damming behind flood gates. People rushed into the street to get out of the way of the cowboys. Others stared and made gestures. Booted men on the porch of the Yellow Mine stamped noisily as they trooped to get inside.
"Wal, we'll rest the hosses an' go get some chuck," suggested Blinky. Early afternoon found them again hard at their task. The wild horses had not only grown tired from trooping around the corral, but also somewhat used to the riders. That made choosing and driving and cutting out considerably easier. Pan helped the boys with their choices, but he had bad luck with his own.
"But, good Lord, man, a cow is as feelin' as a hoss any day," protested Blinky. "You'll be swearing you love cows next," laughed Pan. "Nope. We'll do our work well. Then the chances are we won't spike any of those thoroughbreds we want to break for Arizona." "Say, I'll bet two bits you won't let us sell a single gosh-darned broomie," added Blinky.
In due time all the horses were ridden and driven back to camp, where a temporary corral had been roped off in a niche of the slope. "Wal, fellars, it's find a hoss you haven't rid before," sang out Blinky, "an' everyone fer himself." There was a stout, round-barreled buckskin that Pan's father had his eye on. "Don't like his looks, Dad," warned Pan.
Down in the street, Jimmy was calling out the morning papers and racing with Blinky Scott for prospective customers; these were only transients, of course, for each had his regular buyers whose preferences were scrupulously respected by both in agreement with a strange silent compact.
Snorting wildly she got up and tried to leap. But she only fell. The boys roped her again and dragged her out into the pasture. "Aw, I don't know," sang Blinky, happily. "Two horses in two minutes! We ain't so bad, fer cowboys out of a job." Warming to the work they went back among the circling animals.
He had a picture in the salon last year, an autumn landscape, called "Le Cote du Bois". I believe the translation of that is "The Woodside". His coloring is said to be nature itself. To think of old Blinky being a great artist! Little Kitty is now a big girl, and is doing finely at school. I have told her she must not be an old maid. Joe is a preacher with a church in the purlieus of a large city.
But Blinky knew where to feel his way, and eventually they reached the flat, to find easier progress. Blinky made a detour, and finally, as they gradually approached several lamplights, far apart, he whispered: "You wait heah. I ain't so darn shore which one of them lights comes from the jail." Pan waited what seemed a long while.
Gus and Blinky were instructed to place equal distances between themselves and Juan. Pan's father left with them and rode to a ridge top in plain sight a mile away. Pan remained where he had reined his horse. "Sort of work for them, even to Dad," soliloquized Pan, half amused at his own tremendous boyish eagerness. All his life he had dreamed of some such great experience with horses.
I wish she could know," muttered Pan. "Was he drunk?" queried Blinky, in a hoarse whisper. "Shore funny fer a sober man." "He didn't breathe like he was drunk," replied Pan. "But he flabbergasted me. Found him asleep! And he never said a darned word... Blink, it sticks in my craw. Reckon he didn't want to leave that nice warm bed." "Ahuh!
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