Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . f holes; thefancy water cooler that sat in the corner was riddled; andthe coffee and tea pots on the big range behind the counter,as well as a lot more tempting marks in the way of coppercooking utensils that hung overhead on a rack, were turnedinto sieves. Poor Chinese Louie and his assistant lost no time inmaking themselves scarce; and, after it got too dark, forwant of lamp-light, to see to shoot anything more, the nowhilarious punchers swaggered out to their ponies, standingquietly at the snorting post in front of
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . f holes; thefancy water cooler that sat in the corner was riddled; andthe coffee and tea pots on the big range behind the counter,as well as a lot more tempting marks in the way of coppercooking utensils that hung overhead on a rack, were turnedinto sieves. Poor Chinese Louie and his assistant lost no time inmaking themselves scarce; and, after it got too dark, forwant of lamp-light, to see to shoot anything more, the nowhilarious punchers swaggered out to their ponies, standingquietly at the snorting post in front of the restaurant,and with a parting volley up the main street toward theBucket of Blood, rode furiously out of town. Instead of going straight on down the railroad trackthey turned sharp to the left, at the first corner, and headedfor the county bridge which spanned the river at HorseHead, a wooden structure with huge beams overhead, andsome six or seven spans long. Just as they turned the corner out of the main streeta couple of shots whistled past the bunch, proving that. s =: *a si Si Si e Si The Shooting up of Horse Head 2H Tex and the marshal were alive and in pursuit. This waswhat the boys wanted, and they gave shrill yells of defianceas they pounded through the heavy sand that covered theroad to the bridge. They slowed down a little along hereto give their pursuers a chance to catch up a little; andwhen the officers announced their coming, by more shots,some of which came rather close to the bunch of riders,they fired a few in reply, and thundered across the bridgeat full speed, in spite of the warning sign that promisedall sorts of fines and imprisonment for any one ridingacross the bridge faster than a walk. Along about the center span four of the boys, BaldyPeters, Jack Gibson, Dutch Henry, and Long Jim, droppedfrom their saddles, their ropes in their hands, and two oneach side of the roadway, in the shelter of the huge beams,hastily made loops in their ropes, and awai
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