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Fkjfdyr 6 Ryjngh
Fkjfdyr 6 Ryjngh
"We shore got to ride!" was what Larry apparently yelled, though the
Then Neale realized what it meant to keep close to the cowboy. Every
moment Larry turned round both to watch the Indians and to have a
riding for dear life off to the right, and the Irishman, Pat, still
all. Already the white skipping streaks of dust from bullets whipped
up in front of him. The next time Neale looked back the Sioux had
split up; some were riding hard after Brush and Pat; the majority
were pursuing the other three hunters, cutting the while a little to
the right, for Slingerland was working round toward the work-train.
Neale saw the smoke of the engine and then the train. It seemed far
away. And he was sure the Indians were gaining. What incomparable
riders! They looked half naked, dark, gleaming, low over their
panic-provoking sight.
Neale gathered that the Indians were riding farther apart because
Neale saw the first white puff of smoke from a rifle of the leader.
The bullet hit far behind. More shots kept raising the dust, the
Neale saw the Irishman go down with his horse, plunge in the dust,
"Ride thet hoss!" came back grimly and appealingly from the cowboy.