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"Well, I'll take the bull to the corral and come back here for grub if Douglas will fix it up. We will put plenty of whiskey and hot coffee in you, Charleton. Do you think you can get home, while Doug and I ride herd?" "I sure can! Go ahead, Scott. You'd better blind the bull." Scott nodded, and picking up several handsful of dry dirt, he threw them into the bull's wide, bloodshot eyes.
Show them that they lead a life of wickedness from the babes in arms to the very aged, from " "Tain't any such thing!" interrupted Grandma Brown. "There you go again, after all these years!" "If you've come here to preach old-fashioned fire and brimstone, Fowler," said Charleton Falkner, "you might as well quit now. None of us believe a word of it.
"You have cause to hate the preacher more than any one," replied Douglas simply. Inez' chin came up proudly. "I'm glad you realize that!" she exclaimed. "But it's not exactly evidence," said Scott suddenly, "that Charleton and I had anything to do with the affair." "No, nor, if they did put over the job, that I knew about it," added Inez. "Which job do you refer to?" asked Peter.
"Well, the moon is up. Come, Judith! It's time for wild women to retire to their caves." Judith gave a gigantic yawn, stretched her beautiful long body till the tips of her fingers almost touched the low rafters, and said, "It's a good thing Charleton and Peter will be going along to protect us from Scott, the bad man." The four presently jingled off down the snowy trail.
"How do you mean massify!" demanded Doug, gruffly. Johnny might be half-witted, but his remarks were curiously penetrating sometimes. "I mean massify," grunted Johnny. Peter Knight heaved a great frosted boulder out to the ground level. "Charleton," he said slowly, "doesn't the thought of lying in a forgotten grave give you dumb horrors?"
But Charleton now applied himself so strenuously to the business of getting drunk that shortly he was leaning on the phonograph and reciting with powerful lungs: "'Tis but a tent where takes his one day's rest A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultan rises and the dark Ferrash Strikes and prepares it for another Guest." No one heeded him particularly.
He showed his disapproval by plunging and side jumping with nerve-racking persistency. Ginger and Democrat gave him ample turning room, biting or kicking him if he drew too near them. Midway in the canyon Charleton left the trail and turned abruptly to the left, up the sheer shoulder of the mountain. "Need a hazer, Doug?" he called.
"No; she was asleep and he stayed in the kitchen with me and washed up. But don't think you've finished with him. He's a mean man, Douglas." "Yes, he's mean enough. On the other hand, Charleton knows I've got his number and he'll let me alone. I'm not worrying about him. That guy can't even keep his temper. Loan me the tar-pot, will you, and the searing-iron." John suddenly laughed.
"We thought we heard you a while back!" said Scott. "Sounded as if a grizzly had been bitten by a hydrophobia skunk." "He ain't as nervous as he was," grinned Douglas. "Anything to drink?" Charleton indicated the coffee-pot and said, "It's only a short time to dawn. Better get what sleep you can!" Douglas nodded, drank a tin cup of coffee, and then unsaddled the Moose.
But if any one should come along when you've roped a steer, get him to examine the brand for you, and of course if the brand isn't yours, let the critter go." "Where is the old corral from here?" asked Scott. "Show him, Doug," ordered Charleton. The camp had been made just within the tree line below the peak.
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