Cassidy, Hopalong (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Western stories
"Well, if you don't like this cayuse you can get off an' hoof it, you
know," Hopalong retorted. "But I'll tell you what you know a'ready;
there ain't no cayuse in this part of th' country that can lose him in
long-distance running. He ain't no fancy, parlor animal like Ginger
was; he don't know how to smoke a cig or wash dishes, or do any of th'
fool things yore cayuse did, but he is right on th' job when it comes
to going hard an' long. An' it's them two things that tell how much a
cayuse is worth, down here in this country. If I could 'a jumped on
him up there when they made their get-away from you, me an' th' Sharps
would 'a fixed 'em. They wouldn't be laughing now at how easy you
was."
"They ain't laughing, not a bit of it--an' they won't even be able to
swear after I get out to th' mesa," Red asserted. "Have you seen Buck,
or anybody 'cept th' Kid?"
"Yes. I told Buck an' Frenchy about it, an' Skinny, too," Hopalong
replied. "Buck an' Frenchy went north along th' west line to get th'
boys from Number Two. Buck says we'll go after 'em just as soon as we
can get ready, which most of us are now. Pore Lanky; he's got to stay
home an' pet his wounds--Buck said he couldn't go."
"Did Buck say who was going an' who was going to stay home?"
"Yes; you, Johnny, Billy, Pete, Skinny, Frenchy, me, Buck, an' Pie
Willis are going--th' rest will have to watch th' ranch. That makes
nine of us. Wonder how many are up that mesa?"
"There'll be plenty, don't you worry," Red replied. "When we go after
anybody we generally has to mix up with a whole company. I wouldn't be
a whole lot surprised if they give us an awful fight before they peter
out. They'll be up in th' air a hundred feet. We'll have plenty to do,
all right."
"Well, two won't be there, anyhow--Archer an' Juan. I bet we'll find
most of th' people of Eagle up there waiting for us."
"Lord, I hope they are!" cried Red. "Then we can clean up everything
at once, town an' all."
"There's th' Kid--see th' splash?" Hopalong laughed. "He shore is
stuck on swimming. He don't care if there's cotton-mouths in there
with him. One of them snakes will get him some day, an' if one does,
then we'll plant him, quick."
"Oh, I dunno. I ain't seen none at th' dam," Red replied. "They don't
like th' sand there as much as they do th' mud up at th' other end,
an' along th' sides. Gee! There's his cayuse!"
Johnny dove out of sight, turned over and came up again, happy as a
lark, and saw his friends riding towards him, and he trod water and
grinned. "Hullo, fellers. Coming in?--it's fine! Hey, Red. We're all
going out to Thunder Mesa as soon as we can! But what are you riding
double for? Where's yore cayuse?" Something in Red's expression made
him suspicious of his friends' intentions and, fearing that he might
have to do some walking, he made a few quick strokes and climbed out,
dressing as rapidly as his wet skin would permit.
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