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"Thought I heard some one shoot, over toward the woods."
As Pete did not answer, Andy thought that the horse had got away from
him. "Did you get him?" he queried.
Pete nodded dully. "I got him. He's over there--in the brush."
"Why didn't you fetch him in? Did he get the best of you? You look
like he give you a tussle."
"I got him--twict," said Pete.
"Twict? Say, Pete, are you loco? What's ailin' you, anyhow?"
"Nothin'. Me and Gary just had it out. He's over there--in the brush."
"Gary!"
"Yes. I reckon I got him."
"Hell!" The ruddy color sank from Andy's face. He had supposed that
Gary and Cotton were by this time tracking the strayed horses toward
the T-Bar-T. "Where's Cotton?" he asked.
"I told him to fan it."
"But, Pete--!"
"I know. They's no use talkin', Andy. I come back to tell you--and to
git your rope. Mine's over by Gary."
"What you goin' to do, Pete?"
"Me? Why, I'm goin' to drift as soon as I can git a saddle on Blue.
Cotton he seen the shootin'--but that don't do me no good. He'll swear
that I pulled first.


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