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e Leroy had not foreseen. When York went, sleepy-eyed, to the corral to saddle the ponies, he found the bars into the pasture let clown, and the whole remunda kicking up its heels in a paddock large as a goodsized city. The result was that it took two hours to run up the bunch of ponies and another half-hour to cut out, rope, and saddle the three that were wanted. Throughout the process Reilly sat on the fence and scowled. Leroy, making an end of slapping on and cinching the last saddle, wheeled suddenly on the Irishman. "What's the matter, Reilly?" "Was I saying anything was the matter?" "You've been looking it right hard. Ain't you man enough to say it instead of playing dirty little three-for-a-cent tricks--like letting down the corral-bars?" Reilly flung a look at Neil that plainly demanded support, and then descended with truculent defiance from the fence. "Who says I let down the bars? You bet I am man enough to say what I think; and if ye think I ain't got the nerve--" His master encouraged him with ironic derision. "That's right, Reilly. Who's afraid? Cough it up and show York you're game." "By thunder, I AM game. I've got a kick coming, sorr." "Yes?" Leroy rolled and lit a cigarette, his black eyes fixed intently on the malcontent. "Well, register it on the jump. I've got to be off." "That's the point." The curly-headed Neil had lounged up to his comrade's support. "Why have you got to be off? We don't savvy your game, cap." "Perhaps you would like to be major-domo of this outfit, Neil?" scoffed his chief, eying him scornfully. "No, sir. I ain't aimin' for no such thing. But we don't like the way things are shaping. What does all this here funny business mean, anyhow?" His thumb jerked toward Collins, already mounted and waiting for Leroy to join him. "Two days ago this world wasn't big enough to hold him and you. Well, I git the drop on him, and then you begin to cotton up to him right away. Big dinner last night--champagne corks popping, I hear. What I want to know is what it means. And here's this Miss Mackenzie. She's good for a big ransom, but I don't see it ambling our way. It looks darned funny." "That's the ticket, York," derided Leroy. "Come again. Turn your wolf loose." "Oh! I ain't afraid to say what I think." "I see you're not. You should try stump-speaking, my friend. There's a field fox you there." "I'm asking you a question, Mr. Leroy." "That's whatever," chip
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