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"Get me out of here," whispered Johnny. "Shore enough, Kid; but keep quiet," replied Hopalong, picking him up in his arms and moving carefully towards the door. "We'll get him, Johnny; an' all the rest, too, when " The voice died out in the direction of Jackson's and the marshal, backing to the front door, slipped out and to one side, running backward, his eyes on the saloon.
"Yea; I reckon so," sullenly replied the other, tears running into his eyes. "Well, I'm damned!" snorted Hopalong with cutting contempt. "Crying like a li'l baby! Got nerve enough to steal my cayuse, an' then go an' beller like a lost calf when I catch you. Yo're a fine specimen of a hoss-thief, I don't think!" "Yo're a liar!" retorted the other, clenching his fists and growing red. Mr.
This here's worse than the time we cleaned out th' C 80 outfit!" Then he kicked the dead toad and swore at the sun. "Close yore yap; yore worse than a kid! Anybody'd think yu never got plugged afore," said Skinny indignantly. "I can cuss all I wants," replied Hopalong, proving his assertion as he grabbed his gun and fired at the dead Indian.
"Hey, Red," called Hopalong. "The big one is dead." "What big one?" "Why, don't you remember? That big tarantula I was watching. One was bigger than the other, but the little feller shore waded into him an' " "Go to the devil!" shouted Red, who had to grin, despite his anger. "Presently, presently," replied Hopalong, laughing.
Johnny grinned hopefully and a sudden tenseness took possession of him as he watched for the first hostile move. "Yes," Hopalong replied coolly, appraising Harlan's attitude and look in one swift glance, "but it ain't here, now.
Red's reply was characteristic, and after arranging a rendezvous and naming the time, the two separated and rode toward their destinations, while the rest of the outfit kept on towards their ranch. "A man owes something to all his friends," Hopalong mused.
"I've told you a dozen times already," retorted Johnny, his face flushing. "I've begged you to believe me an' told you that I wasn't fooling. How do I know you ain't now? I'm not going to tell " "Hold on; yes, you are. Yo're going to tell it slow, an' just like you saw it," Hopalong interrupted hastily. "I know I've doubted it, but who wouldn't!
"Well, I don't care what it means. This is a frame-up so that coyote can get away. I'll bet they gave him a cayuse an' started him off while we've been losing time in here. I'm going inside an' ask some questions." Before he could put his plan into execution, Hopalong nudged him and he turned to see his friend staring at one of the doors.
They're bluffing; that's all." "I don't think they are; an' there's twelve men in that outfit," suggested the stranger, offhand. "We ain't got time to count odds; we never do down our way when we know we're right. An' we're right enough in this game," retorted Hopalong, quickly. "For the last twelve days we've had good luck, barring the few on this dry range; an' now we're in for the other kind.
Hopalong, with Red inconsiderately stepping on his heels, felt his way along the wall of the crevice, alert and silent, his Colt nestling comfortably in his right hand, while the left was pushed out ahead feeling for trouble. As they worked farther away from the canyon distant voices could be heard and they forthwith proceeded even more cautiously.
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