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"Then we will be Hopi people," I declared, "for it was in their Moon of the Peach Blossom that you grew up for me from the little girl who called me a bob-cat down in the doorway of the old San Miguel Church in Santa Fé, and from Aunty Boone's 'Little Lees' at old Fort Bent, to the Eloise of St. Ann's by the Kansas Neosho."
Chunky had slipped away some moments before, after Ned Rector had discovered the trail of the bob-cat. His companions, however, had not missed him, so Stacy was free to follow his own inclinations. "Where are you?" cried the Professor. "Here! here!"
"Got him, all right, Bob-Cat, did you?" he said in a measured drawl, then, turning to the boy, added: "Glad to see you, son." "I've been hearing all about you, sir," answered Wilbur, "and I'm awfully glad to meet you here." He was about to dismount, but noting that Bob-Cat had merely thrown a leg over the horn of his saddle, he stayed where he was.
Perhaps it was instinct. However, after a few moments he had forgotten all about it. "You must have had a fight with a bob-cat to get that fierce scratch on your cheek," chuckled Ned Rector. "I must say that Chunky has you beaten to a a I've forgotten the word I want when it conies to fighting cats." "I have seen no cats to-day, Ned. But I have found a real cave.
A bob-cat shot across the way just ahead, and the green gleam of its eyes as it turned one swift glance at this strange intruder in its chosen haunts made her catch her breath and put her hand on the pistols. They were climbing a long time it seemed hours to the girl when at last they came to a space where a better view of the land was possible. It was high, and sloped away on three sides.
An' he's hot an' cold because he's fearful that in this battle of the bows the Lance'll down Black Cloud an' cheat him, the Bob-cat, of his own revenge. The chance is too much; the Bob-cat can't stand it an' resolves to get his stack down first.
There was Stacy Brown, hatless, his face red and perspiring, and in front of him a snarling bob-cat at bay. They saw at once that the animal had been wounded, two of its legs apparently having been broken, while blood flowed freely from a wound in its side.
Thar's a moment's silence as the Bob-cat's cousin runs his eye through the sights; thar's a flash an' a hatful of gray smoke; the white spot turns red with blood; an' then the Bob-cat falls along on his face as soft as a sack of corn. "What becomes of the Lance? It's two weeks later when that scientist is waited on by a delegation of Osages.
Bob-cat, and picked up one of the eggs in his mouth. He tried it with his teeth to see if it was hard, and of course he put his teeth right through the shell. He started to put it back in a hurry, but just then he noticed a good taste in his mouth. The inside of that egg was good to eat, very good indeed! "'One won't be missed, thought Mr. Bob-cat, and then, fearing that Mrs.
"Lucky I got there when I did." Stacy's eyes opened wide and his face blanched. "A a bob-cat?" they gasped. "Yes; I put a shot into him, but it did not kill kill him! Hear him squall?" the guide made answer. "Well of all the idiotic things I ever heard of!" exclaimed Ned, gazing at Chunky in bewilderment. "Yes; it was all of that," grinned Lige. Wake up, fellows!
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