The old man hikes for his pony and--"
"Seems good to git my legs under the old table again,"
interrupted Reddy with cheerful unease.
"--loses by about half a second," continued Missou. "If Doc
hadn't roped its hind laig--"
"Have some cigars, boys. I brought a box back with me." Reddy
tossed a handful on the table, where they continued to lie
unnoticed.
"--there's no telling what would have happened. As 'twas the old
man got off with a--"
"Y'u bet, they're good cigars all right," broke in the
propitiatory Reddy.
The interrupted anecdote went on to a finish and the men trooped
out and left the prodigal alone with his hash. When that young
man reached the bunkhouse Frisco was indulging in a reminiscence.
Reddy got only the last of it, but that did not contribute to his
serenity.
"Yep! When I was working on the Silver Dollar. Must a-been three
years ago, I reckon, when Jerry Miller got that chapping."
"Threw down the outfit in a row they had with the Lafferty crowd,
didn't he?" asked Denver.
Frisco nodded.
Mac got up, glanced round, and reached for his hat. "I reckon
I'll have to be going," he said, and forthright departed.
Reddy reached for HIS hat and rose.
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