Then he stops again.
Then he crouches. Then he gives one little shuddering leap--not
straight forward, but up,--clearing the floor about six inches, as
if--"
"Over something," interrupted the Judge, hastily, lifting himself
on his elbow.
The Doctor stopped instantly. "Juan," he said coolly, to one of
the Mexican packers, "quit foolin' with that riata. You'll have
that stake out and that mule loose in another minute. Come over
this way!"
The Mexican turned a scared, white face to the Doctor, muttering
something, and let go the deer-skin hide. We all up-raised our
voices with one accord, the Judge most penitently and
apologetically, and implored the Doctor to go on. "I'll shoot the
first man who interrupts you again," added Thornton; persuasively.
But the Doctor, with his hands languidly under his head, had lost
his interest. "Well, the dog ran off to the hills, and neither the
threats nor cajoleries of his master could ever make him enter the
cabin again. The next day the man left the camp. What time is it?
Getting on to sundown, ain't it? Keep off my leg, will you, you
d--d Greaser, and stop stumbling round there! Lie down.
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