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12 - Bransford Of Rainbow Range by Eugene Manlove Rhodes · Bransford Of Rainbow Range

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  Speaker 1: The nettle, danger, bushel of wheat, bushel, a rye all
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  Speaker 1: a ready holler eye, hide and seek. Double Mountain lies
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  Speaker 1: lost in the desert, dwarfed by the greatness all about.
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  Speaker 1: Its form is that of a crater, split from north
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  Speaker 1: to south into irregular halves. Through that narrow cleft ran
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  Speaker 1: a straight road once the well traveled thoroughfare from Rainbow
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  Speaker 1: to al Paso. For there was precious water within those
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  Speaker 1: upheaved walls. It was but three miles from portal to portal.
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  Speaker 1: The slight climb to the divide had not been grudged.
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  Speaker 1: Time was when camp fires were nightly merry to light
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  Speaker 1: the narrow cliffs of Double Mountain, when songs were gay
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  Speaker 1: to echo from them, when this had been the only
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  Speaker 1: watering place to break the long span across the desert.
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  Speaker 1: The railroad had changed all this, and the silent leagues
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  Speaker 1: of that old road lay untrodden in the sun and
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  Speaker 1: trodden on this day. After Jeff had established his alibi,
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  Speaker 1: a traveler followed that lonely road to Double Mountain, and behind,
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  Speaker 1: half way to Rainbow Range was a streak of dust
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  Speaker 1: which gained on him. The traveler's sorrel horse was weary,
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  Speaker 1: for it was the very horse Jeff Bransford had borrowed
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  Speaker 1: from the itching rail of the courthouse square. The traveler
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  Speaker 1: was that able negotiator himself, and the pursuing dust, to
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  Speaker 1: the best of Jeff's knowledge and belief, meant him no
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  Speaker 1: good tidings. Now I've got safe away from the foothills
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  Speaker 1: before day, soliloquise, Jeff. Some gentleman has overtaken me with
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  Speaker 1: a spyglass. I reckon civilizations getting this country plum ruined,
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  Speaker 1: and their horses are fresh. Peg along Alibi. Maybe I
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  Speaker 1: can pick up a stray horse at Double Mountain. If
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  Speaker 1: I can't, there's no sort of use trying to get
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  Speaker 1: away on you. I'll play hide and seek em now'll
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  Speaker 1: let you out anyway, So cheer up, you'd un fine
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  Speaker 1: old man. If I ever get out of this, I'll
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  Speaker 1: buy you and make it all right with you, benting
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  Speaker 1: you off if you think you'll like it. Get along now.
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  Speaker 1: Twenty miles to Jeff's right, the railroad parallel the wagon
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  Speaker 1: road in an unbroken tangent of ninety mile stretch. A
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  Speaker 1: southbound passenger train crawled along the west like a resolute centipede,
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  Speaker 1: plodding to a date behind the fugitive abreast, now far behind,
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  Speaker 1: creeping along the shining straightaway, forty miles the hour was
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  Speaker 1: her schedule. Yet against this vast horizon she could hardly
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  Speaker 1: be said to change place, until sighting beyond her puny length,
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  Speaker 1: a new angle of the far western wall completed the
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  Speaker 1: trinomial line. Escondido was hidden in a dip of plane,
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  Speaker 1: whence the name hidden when done into Saxon's speech. The
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  Speaker 1: train was lost to sight when she stopped there, But
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  Speaker 1: Jeff saw the tiny steam place loom of her whistling
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  Speaker 1: rise in the clear and taintless air. Long after the
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  Speaker 1: faint sound of it hummed drowsily by, like passing far
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  Speaker 1: blown horns of faery in a dream, and at no
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  Speaker 1: great interval. Thereafter, a low lying dust appeared suddenly on
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  Speaker 1: the hither rim of Escondido's sunken valley. Jeff knew the
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  Speaker 1: land as you know your hallway. That line of dust
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  Speaker 1: marked the trail from Escondido Valley to the farther gate
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  Speaker 1: of Double Mountain. Even if he should be lucky enough
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  Speaker 1: to get a change of mounts at the spring in
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  Speaker 1: Double Mountain basin, he would be intercepted escape by flight
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  Speaker 1: was impossible. To fight his way out was impossible. He
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  Speaker 1: had no gun, and even if he had a gun,
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  Speaker 1: he could not see his way to fight under the circumstances.
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  Speaker 1: The men who hunted him down were only doing the
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  Speaker 1: right thing as they saw it. Had Jeff been guilty,
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  Speaker 1: it would have been a different affair. Being innocent, he
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  Speaker 1: could make no fight for it. He was cornered, said
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  Speaker 1: the little epus, I'm going to be a horse, So
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  Speaker 1: chanted Jeff, perceiving the hopelessness of his plight. The best
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  Speaker 1: gift to man, or if not the best, then at
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  Speaker 1: least the rarest is the power to meet the emergency,
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  Speaker 1: to do your best, and a little better than your best,
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  Speaker 1: when nothing less will serve to be a pinch hitter.
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  Speaker 1: It is to be thought that certain stages of affection,
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  Speaker 1: and more particularly the presence of its object, affect unfavorably
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  Speaker 1: the workings of pure intellect. Certain it is that capable Bransford,
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  Speaker 1: who had cut so sorry a figure in eden Garden, now,
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  Speaker 1: in these distressing but eathless circumstances, rose to the occasion. Collected, resourceful,
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  Speaker 1: he grasped every possible angle of the situation, and with
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  Speaker 1: the rope virtually about his neck, cheerfully planned the impossible,
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  Speaker 1: The sa sense of his elastic plan being to climb
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  Speaker 1: that very rope hand over hand to safety. Going round
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  Speaker 1: the mountain is no good on a give out horse.
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  Speaker 1: They'll follow my tracks, said Jeff to Jeff. Men who
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  Speaker 1: are much alone, so shape their thoughts by voicing them,
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  Speaker 1: just as you practice conversation. Rather to make your own
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  Speaker 1: thought clear to yourself than to enlighten your victim, a beg,
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  Speaker 1: pardon your neighbor, just a slip of the tongue bethenno
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  Speaker 1: is the Spanish for neighbor. You know, not so much
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  Speaker 1: to enlighten your neighbor as to find out for yourself
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  Speaker 1: precisely what it is you think. Hiding in the basin
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  Speaker 1: is no good. Can't get out? Would I were a bird?
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  Speaker 1: Only one way got to go straight up, disappear vanish
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  Speaker 1: in the air. Up a chimney up. Nah, that's backward,
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  Speaker 1: up a chimney down, or down a chimney down, but
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  Speaker 1: not up a chimney up, nor down a chimney up.
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  Speaker 1: So that's settled. Now, let me see, says the little man. Mighty.
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  Speaker 1: Few arcadians know me well enough not to be fooled.
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  Speaker 1: Maybe so Blake. Blake won't come. He'll be busy. There's Jimmy,
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  Speaker 1: but Jimmy's got a shocking bad memory for faces. Sometimes
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  Speaker 1: just now my face. I think maybe I could manage
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  Speaker 1: Jimmy the sheriff. That would be real awkward, I reckon.
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  Speaker 1: I'll just play the sheriff isn't in the bunch, and
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  Speaker 1: build my little bluff according to that pleasing fancy. For
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  Speaker 1: if he comes along, it is all off with little Jeff.
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  Speaker 1: Now let me see if Gwen's work in that little
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  Speaker 1: old mine of his, why he'll lie himself black in
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  Speaker 1: the face, just for the principle of it. Mighty interesting
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  Speaker 1: talker Gwen is. And if no one's there, I'll be there.
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  Speaker 1: Not Jeff Bransford, he got away. I'll be um Long,
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  Speaker 1: Toby Long, working for Gwen. Toby Long. I prenticed my
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  Speaker 1: son to a miner, and the first thing he took
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  Speaker 1: was a new name. Far away on the side of
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  Speaker 1: Double Mountain, he could even now see the white triangle
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  Speaker 1: of the tent at Gwin's mind, the o'fir and the
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  Speaker 1: great tomp spilling down the hillside. There was no smoke
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  Speaker 1: to be seen. Jeff made up his mind there was
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  Speaker 1: no one at the mine, which was what he devoutly hoped,
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  Speaker 1: and further developed his gleeful hypothesis. Let's see, now, Toby
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  Speaker 1: got to study this out. They most always leave all
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  Speaker 1: their kegs full of water when they go away, so
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  Speaker 1: they won't have to pack him up the first thing
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  Speaker 1: when they come back. If they did, I'm all right.
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  Speaker 1: If they didn't, I'm in a hell of a fix.
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  Speaker 1: They'll leave him full, though, of course they did, unless
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  Speaker 1: the kegs would all dry up and fall down. He
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  Speaker 1: glanced over his shoulder, then fellas here ten or twelve
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  Speaker 1: miles back, I reckon, they'll slow up soon as they say.
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  Speaker 1: I'm headed off. I'll have time to fix things up,
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  Speaker 1: if only there's water in the kegs at the mine.
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  Speaker 1: He patted Alibi's head. Now, old man, do your damndest.
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  Speaker 1: Is pretty tough on you, but your part will soon
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  Speaker 1: be over. Alibi had made a poor night of it,
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  Speaker 1: what with doubling and twisting in the foothills, the bitter
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  Speaker 1: water of a jip spring and the scanty grass of
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  Speaker 1: a cedar thicket, but he did his plucky best. On
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  Speaker 1: the legal other hand, as Jeff had prophesied. The dust
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  Speaker 1: makers behind had slackened their gait when they perceived by
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  Speaker 1: the dust of Escondido Trail that their allies must cut
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  Speaker 1: the quarry off. So Alibi held his own With the pursuit.
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  Speaker 1: He came to the rising ground leading to the sheer
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  Speaker 1: base of Double Mountain, then to the narrow gap, where
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  Speaker 1: the mountain had fallen asunder in some age old cataclysm.
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  Speaker 1: To the left, the dump of Olfer mine hung on
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  Speaker 1: the hillside above the pass, and on the broad trail
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  Speaker 1: zigzagging up to it were burrow tracks, but no fresh
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  Speaker 1: tracks of men. The flaps of the white tent on
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  Speaker 1: the dump were tightly closed. There was no one at
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  Speaker 1: the mine. Jeff passed within the walls through frowning gates
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  Speaker 1: of porphyry and nice and urged Alibi at the canyon.
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  Speaker 1: It was half a mile to the spring. On the
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  Speaker 1: way he found three shaggy burrows grazing beside the road.
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  Speaker 1: He drove them into the small pen by the spring
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  Speaker 1: and tossed his rope on the largest one. Then he
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  Speaker 1: unsaddled Alibi, tied into the fence by the bridle rein,
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  Speaker 1: and searched his pockets for an old letter this found,
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  Speaker 1: he penciled a note and tied it to the saddle.
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  Speaker 1: It was brief en route four p M. Lease water
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  Speaker 1: my horse when he cools off, your little friend, Jeff
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  Speaker 1: Bransford p s excuse haste. He made a plain trail
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  Speaker 1: of high heeled boot tracks to the spring, where he
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  Speaker 1: drank deep, thence beyond through the sandy soil to the
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  Speaker 1: nearest rocky ridge. Then, careful that every step fell on
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  Speaker 1: a bare rock, he came circuitously back to the corral,
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  Speaker 1: climbed the fence, made his way to the tide. Burrow
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  Speaker 1: improvised a bridle of cunning half hitches, slipped from the
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  Speaker 1: fence to the burrough's back, a borough by the way
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  Speaker 1: as a donkey named the burrow anew as Balam, and
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  Speaker 1: went back down the canyon at the best pace of
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  Speaker 1: which the belabored and astonished Balem was capable. As Jeff
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  Speaker 1: had hoped, the two other burroughs, or the other two boroughs,
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  Speaker 1: to be precise, followed sociably, braying remonstrance. Without the mouth
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  Speaker 1: of the canyon, Jeff rode up the steep trail to
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  Speaker 1: the mine, also to the great discuss of his mount.
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  Speaker 1: But he must not walk, it would leave boot tracks
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  Speaker 1: for the same reason. After freeing Balem, his first action
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  Speaker 1: was to pull off the telltale boots and replace them
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  Speaker 1: with the smallest pair of hobnailed miner's shoes in the tent.
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  Speaker 1: With these he carefully obliterated the few boot tracks at
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  Speaker 1: the tent door. The water kegs were full. Jeff swore
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  Speaker 1: his joyful gratitude and turned his eye to the plane.
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  Speaker 1: The pursuing dust was still far away, seven miles he estimated,
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  Speaker 1: or possibly eight. The three Burroughs nibbled on the bushes
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  Speaker 1: below the dump, plainly intending to stay round camp with
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  Speaker 1: an eye for possible tips. Jeff gave his wholehearted attention
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  Speaker 1: to the missee Ensanne. Never did stage manager toil so hard,
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  Speaker 1: so faithfully, so effectively as this one, or with so
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  Speaker 1: great a need. He took stock of the available stage properties,
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  Speaker 1: beginning with a careful inventory of the grub chest. To
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  Speaker 1: betray ignorance of its possibilities or deficiencies would be fatal.
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  Speaker 1: Following a narrow trail round a little shoulder of hill,
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  Speaker 1: he found the powder magazine. Taking three sticks of dine
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  Speaker 1: with fuse and caps, he searched the tent for the
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  Speaker 1: candle box, lit a candle, and went into the tunnel
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  Speaker 1: with a brisk trot. If this was a case of
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  Speaker 1: fight now, i'd have some pretty fair weapon here for
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  Speaker 1: close quarters, said Jeff. But the way I'm fixed, I can't.
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  Speaker 1: No fighting goes unless lake comes in the tunnel. His
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  Speaker 1: luck held good. He found a number of good sized
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  Speaker 1: chunks of rocks stacked along the wall near the breast,
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  Speaker 1: evidently reserved for the ore pile at a more convenient season.
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  Speaker 1: Beneath three of the largest of these rocks, he carefully
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  Speaker 1: adjusted the three sticks of giant powder, properly capped and fused,
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  Speaker 1: lit the fuses, and retreated to the safety of the dump.
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  Speaker 1: Three muffled detonations followed at short intervals. Having thus announced
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  Speaker 1: the presence of mining operations, he built a fire on
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  Speaker 1: the kitchen side of the dump to further advertise. A
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  Speaker 1: mind conscious of its own rectitude, the pleasant shadow of
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  Speaker 1: the hills was cool about him. The flame rose clear
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  Speaker 1: and bright in the windless air, to be seen from
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  Speaker 1: far away. He looked at the location papers in the
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  Speaker 1: monument by the ore stack. Simultaneously, by way of economizing time,
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  Speaker 1: emptying a can of salmon. This was partly for the
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  Speaker 1: added vera solimnitude of the empty tin, partly because he
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  Speaker 1: was ravenously hungry. You may guess how he emptied the tin.
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  Speaker 1: The mine had changed owners since Jeff's knowledge of it.
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  Speaker 1: It was no longer Gwyn's sole property. The notice bore
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  Speaker 1: the signatures of J. Gwynn, C. W. Sanders, and Walter Fleck.
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  Speaker 1: Jeff grinned and his eye brightened. He knew Fleck only slightly,
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  Speaker 1: but Fleck's reputation among the cowmen was good, that is
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  Speaker 1: to say, as you would see it, very bad. Pappy Sanders,
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  Speaker 1: postmaster and store keeper of Escondido, was an old and
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  Speaker 1: sorely tried friend of Jeff's. If Pappy had grub staked
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  Speaker 1: the outfit, a faraway plan began to shape vaguely in
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  Speaker 1: his fertile brain. He took the little turquoise horse from
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  Speaker 1: his pocket and laid it in the till of the
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  Speaker 1: violated trunk. Were you told about the violated trunk? Never mind,
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  Speaker 1: he had done any amount of other things of which
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  Speaker 1: you had not been told. For it was his task,
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  Speaker 1: in the brief time allotted to him, to master all
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  Speaker 1: the innumerable details needful for an intelligent reading of his part,
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  Speaker 1: he must make no blunders. He toiled like two men,
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  Speaker 1: each swifter and more savagely efficient than himself. He upset
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  Speaker 1: the prim old He made anish order of that carefully
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  Speaker 1: packed spick and span camp. He rumpled the beds, strewed
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  Speaker 1: old clothes, books, candles, specimens, pipes and cigarette papers with
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  Speaker 1: lavish hand, made untidy sprawling, heaps of tin plates, knives,
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  Speaker 1: forks and spoons, spilled candle, grease and tobacco on the
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  Speaker 1: scoured table, and generally gave things a cozy, in habitable appearance.
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  Speaker 1: He gave a hundred deft touches here and there he
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  Speaker 1: spread an open book, faced downward on the table. It
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  Speaker 1: was Alice in Wonderland, and he opened it at the
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  Speaker 1: mock turtle. Meanwhile, an unoccupied eye snatched titles from a
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  Speaker 1: shelf of books. Against possible question, he penned a short
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  Speaker 1: note to himself, mister Toby long in Gwyn's handwriting, folded
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  Speaker 1: the note to creases, twisted it to a spill, lit it,
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  Speaker 1: burned a corner of it, pinched it out and threw
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  Speaker 1: it under the table. And while doing these and other things,
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  Speaker 1: he somehow managed to shed every article of deaf Bransford's
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  Speaker 1: clothing and to put on the work stained garments of
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  Speaker 1: a miner. The perspiration on his face was no stage
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  Speaker 1: make up, but good honest sweat. He rubbed a stone
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  Speaker 1: dust and sand on his sweaty arms and into a
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  Speaker 1: sweaty hair. He rubbed most of it from his hair
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  Speaker 1: and into the two days stubble on his face. Simultaneously
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  Speaker 1: fishing razor and mug from the trunk, leaving them in
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  Speaker 1: evidence on the table, he worked stone dust into his ears.
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  Speaker 1: Behind his ears, he grind it on forehead and neck.
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  Speaker 1: He even dropped a little into his shoes, which all
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  Speaker 1: this while had been performing independent miracles. To make the
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  Speaker 1: camp look comfortable, he threw on a dingy cap thrust
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  Speaker 1: in the camp a miner's candlestick with a lighted candle,
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  Speaker 1: that it might properly drip upon him while he arranged
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  Speaker 1: further details, and so faced the world as Toby Long,
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  Speaker 1: a spooped and overworked man. Mister Toby Long, working with
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  Speaker 1: feverish haste, dug a small cave half way down the
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  Speaker 1: steep side of the dump, farthest from the road, and
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  Speaker 1: buried therein a tightly rolled bundle containing every article appertaining
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  Speaker 1: to the defunked Bransford, with the single exception of the
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  Speaker 1: little e opus, a pocket knife which a miner must
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  Speaker 1: have to cut powder and fuse, having been found in
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  Speaker 1: the trunk. What time. Also the little turquoise horse was
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  Speaker 1: transferred to mister Long's pocket to bring him luck in
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  Speaker 1: his new career, A poor thing compared with the cowman's
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  Speaker 1: keen blade, but better for mister Long's purpose, as smelling
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  Speaker 1: strongly of dynamite than mister Long. Toby hid the grave
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  Speaker 1: by sliding and shoveling broken rock down the dump upon it.
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  Speaker 1: Next he threw into a wheelbarrow drills, spoon, tamping stick, gads, drill, hammer,
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  Speaker 1: rock hammer, canteen, shovel and pick, taking care even in
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  Speaker 1: his haste to select a properly matched set of drills,
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  Speaker 1: and trundled the barrow up the drift at a pace
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  Speaker 1: which would give a miner's union and the rabies at
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  Speaker 1: the breast. He unshipped his cargo in right miner's fashion,
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  Speaker 1: the drills in a graduated step ladder row along the wall,
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  Speaker 1: loaded the barrel with broken oar, a bit of charred
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  Speaker 1: fuse showing at the top and wheeled it out at
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  Speaker 1: the same unprofessional gait, leaving it on the dump, just
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  Speaker 1: above the spot where his late sepulchral rites had freshened
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  Speaker 1: the appearance of the sunbeaten dump. He next performed his
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  Speaker 1: ablutions in an amateurish and perfunctory fashion, scrupulously observing a
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  Speaker 1: well defined water line there, said mister Long, I'm near
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  Speaker 1: made to break that time. He went back to the
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  Speaker 1: barrow and trundled it assiduously to the tunnel's mouth, and
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  Speaker 1: back several times, carefully, never in quite the same place,
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  Speaker 1: finally leaving it not above the sepulchered's boil, but near
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  Speaker 1: the oar stack, as befitted its valuable contents. Gotta think
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  Speaker 1: of everything. One long brak'll fix me good, said mister Long.
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  Speaker 1: He felt his neck delicately, as if he detected some
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  Speaker 1: foreign presents there in the tunnel. Now there's only the
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  Speaker 1: one place where the wheel can go, so it don't
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  Speaker 1: matter so much in there. The fire having now burned
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  Speaker 1: down to proper coals, mister Long set about supper, with
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  Speaker 1: the corner of his eye on the lookout for the
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  Speaker 1: pursuers of the Lake Bransford. He set the coffee pot
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  Speaker 1: by the fire. They were now in the edge of
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  Speaker 1: the tar brush. There were only two of them. He
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  Speaker 1: put on a pot of potatoes. In their jackets. He
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  Speaker 1: could see them plainly diminutive black horsemen twinkling through the brush.
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  Speaker 1: He sliced bacon into a frying pan and put it
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  Speaker 1: aside to await his cue. He disposed other cooking ware
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  Speaker 1: and lifelike attitudes near the fire. They were in the
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  Speaker 1: long shadow of Double Mountain. Their horses were jaded. They
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  Speaker 1: rode slowly. He dropped the sourdough jar and placed the
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  Speaker 1: broken pieces where they would be inconspicuously visible. Having thus
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  Speaker 1: a perfectly obvious excuse for not having sour dough bread,
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  Speaker 1: which requires thirty six hours of running start for preliminary rising.
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  Speaker 1: Jeff mister Toby Long mixed up a just as good
• 20:21
  Speaker 1: baking powder substitute. They rode like young men. They rode
• 20:26
  Speaker 1: like young men, not to the saddle born, and Toby
• 20:29
  Speaker 1: permitted himself a chuckle by hooky, I've got an even
• 20:33
  Speaker 1: chance for my little bluff. He shook his head reprovingly
• 20:37
  Speaker 1: at himself for this last admission. With every minute he
• 20:41
  Speaker 1: looked more like Toby Long than ever, If only there
• 20:44
  Speaker 1: had been any Toby Long to look like. His mind
• 20:48
  Speaker 1: ran upon nuggets, pockets, plassers, faults, true fissure veins. The
• 20:53
  Speaker 1: cyanide process concentrates chlorides, sulfides, essays, leases, and bonds. His
• 20:59
  Speaker 1: face took on the strained wistfulness which marks the confirmed prospector.
• 21:05
  Speaker 1: He was Toby Long. The bell rang end of chapter eleven,