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from a picket pin, and as fer ridin' 

 he couldn't set on the ground 'thout 

 holdin' onto the bushes; but he'll 

 bring you a hoss all right, an' he'll 

 be back to-night or to-morrow 

 that hundred can't last much longer. 

 If ye didn't want him to cut loose, 

 ye had no call to give it to him. ' 



' ' Sally heard this speech and be- 

 haved like an angel. Well, we waited 

 and waited, until this morning, 

 when taking one of my accustomed 

 glances up the Silver City trail I 

 spied two objects approaching." 



Bobbie stopped overcome by his 

 emotions. Sally finished. 



" A rusty bay on which sat a man 

 in all the glory of a new ready-made 

 suit, blue-flannel shirt, red necktie, 

 new hat, new boots, from which 

 projected huge spurs, and behind, 

 in tow, was a gaunt white horse. 

 White, my dears, white. With sag- 

 ging head and lagging feet, Bobbie's 

 charger approached; with one ac- 

 cord we went into the shack, shut 

 the door, sat down on the table 

 and laughed till we were weak." 



" You see him ! " exclaimed Bobbie. 

 "He is a broken down cavalry horse 



