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dance. As he shuffled past Bob he growled an order at him. "Get up on yore hind laigs an' dance. I got these guys going my way. Hop to it!" Bob danced, at first feebly and with a heart of water. He need not have worried. If Dud had asked to be made a blood member of the tribe he would have been elected by fourteen out of the sixteen votes present. The first faint streaks of day were in the sky when the Utes mounted their ponies and vanished over the hill. From the door Dud watched them go. It had been a strenuous night, and he was glad it was over. But he wouldn't have missed it for a thousand dollars. He would not have admitted it. Nevertheless he was immensely proud of himself in the role of court jester. Bob sat down on the bunk. He was a limp rag of humanity. In the reaction from fear he was inclined to be hysterical. "You saved my life--when--when that fellow--" He stopped, gulping down a lump in the throat. The man leaning against the door-jamb stretched his arms and his mouth in a relaxing yawn. "Say, fellow, I wasn't worryin' none about yore life. I was plumb anxious for a moment about Dud Hollister's. If old Colorow's gang had begun on you they certainly wouldn't 'a' quit without takin' my topknot for a souvenir of an evenin' when a pleasant time was had by all." He yawned a second time. "What say? Let's hit the hay. I don't aim for to do no ridin' this mornin'." A faint sniffling sound came from the bunk. Dud turned. "What's ailin' you now?" he wanted to know. Bob's face was buried in his hands. The slender body of the boy was shaken with sobs. "I--I--" "Cut out the weeps, Miss Roberta," snapped Hollister. "What in Mexico 's eatin' you anyhow?" "I--I've had a horrible night." "Don't I know it? Do you reckon it was a picnic for me?" "You--laughed an' cut up." "Some one had to throw a bluff. If they'd guessed we were scared stiff them b'iled Utes sure enough would have massacreed us. You got to learn to keep yore grin workin', fellow." "I know, but--" Bob stopped. Dry sobs were still shaking him. "Quit that," Dud commanded. "I'll be darned if I'll stand for it. You shut off the waterworks or I'll whale you proper." He walked out to look at the horses. It had suddenly occurred to him that perhaps their guests might have found and taken them. The broncos were still grazing in the draw where he had left them the previous night. When Dud returned to the cabin young Dillon
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