Gunsight Pass eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 321 pages of information about Gunsight Pass.

Dave returned to the fire.  The two visitors were sitting side by side, and the leaping flames set fantastic shadows of them moving.  One of these, rooted where Miller sat, was like a bloated spider watching its victim.  The other, dwarfed and prehensile, might in its uncanny silhouette have been an imp of darkness from the nether regions.

Most of the riders had already rolled up in their blankets and fallen asleep.  To a reduced circle Miller was telling the story of how his pack-horse won its name.

“... so I noticed he was actin’ kinda funny and I seen four pin-pricks in his nose.  O’ course I hunted for Mr. Rattler and killed him, then give Bill a pint of whiskey.  It ce’tainly paralyzed him proper.  He got salivated as a mule whacker on a spree.  His nose swelled up till it was big as a barrel—­never did get down to normal again.  Since which the ol’ plug has been Whiskey Bill.”

This reminiscence did not greatly entertain Dave.  He found his blankets, rolled up in them, and promptly fell asleep.  For once he dreamed, and his dreams were not pleasant.  He thought that he was caught in a net woven by a horribly fat spider which watched him try in vain to break the web that tightened on his arms and legs.  Desperately he struggled to escape while the monster grinned at him maliciously, and the harder he fought the more securely was he enmeshed.



The coyotes were barking when the cook’s triangle brought Dave from his blankets.  The objects about him were still mysterious in the pre-dawn darkness.  The shouting of the wranglers and the bells of the remuda came musically as from a great distance.  Hart joined his friend and the two young men walked out to the remuda together.  Each rider had on the previous night belled the mount he wanted, for he knew that in the morning it would be too dark to distinguish one bronco from another.  The animals were rim-milling, going round and round in a circle to escape the lariat.

Dave rode in close and waited, rope ready, his ears attuned to the sound of his own bell.  A horse rushed jingling past.  The rope snaked out, fell true, tightened over the neck of the cowpony, brought up the animal short.  Instantly it surrendered, making no further, attempt to escape.  The roper made a half-hitch round the nose of the bronco, swung to its back, and cantered back to camp.

In the gray dawn near details were becoming visible.  The mountains began to hover on the edge of the young world.  The wind was blowing across half a continent.

Sanders saddled, then rode out upon the mesa.  He whistled sharply.  There came an answering nicker, and presently out of the darkness a pony trotted.  The pinto was a sleek and glossy little fellow, beautiful in action and gentle as a kitten.

The young fellow took the well-shaped head in his arms, fondled the soft, dainty nose that nuzzled in his pocket for sugar, fed Chiquito a half-handful of the delicacy in his open palm, and put the pony through the repertoire of tricks he had taught his pet.

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