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He listened for a chance word that might explain the
presence of so many cowboys in town that day. Frequently he heard
Gary's name mentioned. He had not seen Gary with the others. But the
talk was casual, and he learned nothing until some one remarked that it
was about time to drift along. They left in a body, taking the mesa
trail that led to the Blue. This was significant. They usually left
in groups of two or three, as their individual pleasure dictated. And
there was a business-like alertness about their movements that did not
escape Young Pete.
The Arizona stars were clear and keen when he crept round to the front
of the saloon and pattered across the road to the store. The
storekeeper was closing for the night. Young Pete, restlessly anxious
to follow the T-Bar-T men, invented an excuse to leave the storekeeper,
who suggested that they go to bed.
"Got to see if my hoss is all right," said Pete. "The ole fool's like
to git tangled up in that there drag-rope I done left on him. Beckon
I'll take it off."
"Why, your dad was tellin' me you was a reg'lar buckaroo.


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