Have Vic put
that halter that's on the saddle on the pinto, and tie the rope to it and
let it drag. He won't go away, and you can catch him without any bother.
If Vic don't know how to set the saddle, you take notice just how it's
fixed when you take it off. I meant to show you how, but I can't stop
now. And don't go anywhere, not even to the mail box, without Pat or your
six-gun, or both. Come here, Rabbit, you old scoundrel!
"I wish I could stay," he added, swinging up to the saddle and looking
down at her anxiously. "Don't let Vic monkey with that automatic till I
come and show him how to use it. I--"
"You said you were shot," said Helen May, staring at him enigmatically
from under her lashes. "Are you?"
"Not much; burnt a streak on my arm, nothing to bother about. Now
remember and don't leave your gun--"
"I don't believe it was because you licked a herder. What made somebody
shoot at you? Was it--on account of Pat?"
"Pat? No, I don't see what the dog would have to do with it. It was some
half-baked herder, shooting maybe because he heard us shoot and thought
we was using him for a target.
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