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Not that I'm proud of it, but so you can see where I stand. If I don't like a bunkie you can figure why I don't want a boss." She nodded stiffly, and at the unamiable gesture she saw him shrug his shoulders very slightly, his eyes wandered again as though he were seeking for a means to end the interview. Marianne rose. "I see your viewpoint, Mr. Perris," she said coldly.
One outfit loose-herded the new cattle, the other two going home, and about the middle of the month, my brother and The Rebel came trailing in with the last two herds. I was delighted to meet my old bunkie, and had him remain over until the last outfit went home, when we reluctantly parted company.
"What a deadly cruel thing war now is!" Up, up he climbed, two of the enemy following, while Blaine was engaging another, the last. The final view Erwin had of his bunkie the two were engaged in a close duel, dipping, darting, flashing about each other.
"Well, the scout-master ought to know," argued Jimmie; "he said it was the best 'one good turn' of the day!" Modestly Sam shifted the lime-light so that it fell upon his bunkie. "I'll bet," he declared loyally, "your 'one good turn' was a better one!" Jimmie yawned, and then laughed scornfully. "Me!" he scoffed. "I didn't do nothing. I sent my sister to the movies."
It is difficult for me to withstand the temptation to tell what has befallen some of my men since the regiment disbanded; how McGinty, after spending some weeks in Roosevelt Hospital in New York with an attack of fever, determined to call upon his captain, Woodbury Kane, when he got out, and procuring a horse rode until he found Kane's house, when he hitched the horse to a lamp-post and strolled in; how Cherokee Bill married a wife in Hoboken, and as that pleasant city ultimately proved an uncongenial field for his activities, how I had to send both himself and his wife out to the Territory; how Happy Jack, haunted by visions of the social methods obtaining in the best saloons of Arizona, applied for the position of "bouncer out" at the Executive Chamber when I was elected Governor, and how I got him a job at railroading instead, and finally had to ship him back to his own Territory also; how a valued friend from a cow ranch in the remote West accepted a pressing invitation to spend a few days at the home of another ex-trooper, a New Yorker of fastidious instincts, and arrived with an umbrella as his only baggage; how poor Holderman and Pollock both died and were buried with military honors, all of Pollock's tribesmen coming to the burial; how Tom Isbell joined Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show, and how, on the other hand, George Rowland scornfully refused to remain in the East at all, writing to a gallant young New Yorker who had been his bunkie: "Well, old boy, I am glad I didn't go home with you for them people to look at, because I ain't a Buffalo or a rhinoceros or a giraffe, and I don't like to be stared at, and you know we didn't do no hard fighting down there.
He saw his "bunkie" of the night before, the man who was trying so hard to die and couldn't, he saw him plunging along with the throng, pale but valiant, ferociously glaring at every one who smoked. A small group of American nurses, some young and pretty, others young and homely, but all of them sprightly and clear-eyed, nine of them, in fact tramped by in "columns of three."
Looking around from his own perilous perch, the foreman saw Mike let go his hold and make after his bunkie, swimming free with powerful strokes. The next moment the fall swallowed both up. They were seen no more. Three days they camped in the clearing, searching for their dead.
The second is that he was a bunkie of Tex Calder, an' a man Tex could trust for the avengin' of his death is good enough for me." There was a pause after this speech, and during the quiet the cowpunchers were passing from hand to hand the marshal's badge which Calder, as he died, had given to Dan. The bright small shield was a more convincing proof than a hundred arguments.
"Son, I don't know what God means very well, and I ain't any bunkie of the law, but I'm tolerable well acquainted with what the word 'friend' means. When you use it, you want to look sharp." "I really believe," Jig said, "that you would be a friend like that. I think I understand." "You don't, though. To a friend you give yourself away, and you get yourself back bigger and stronger."
"Well, the scout-master ought to know," argued Jimmie; "he said it was the best 'one good turn' of the day!" Modestly Sam shifted the lime-light so that it fell upon his bunkie. "I'll bet," he declared loyally, "your 'one good turn' was a better one!" Jimmie yawned, and then laughed scornfully. "Me!" he scoffed. "I didn't do nothing. I sent my sister to the movies."
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