Gunsight Pass - How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West by William MacLeod Raine
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"Don't pull yore picket-pin, Bob. Me first."
"All right. We ain't no time to debate. Shag up, old scout." Dave slipped off his high-heeled boots and went up hand over hand, using his feet against the rough adobe walls to help in the ascent. When he came to the eaves he threw a leg up and clambered to the roof. In another moment he was huddled against the chimney waiting for his companion. As soon as Hart had joined him he pulled up the rope and wound it round the chimney. "You stay here while I see what's doin'," Dave proposed. "I never did see such a fellow for hoggin' all the fun," objected Bob. "Ain't you goin' to leave me trail along?" "Got to play a lone hand till we find out where we're at, Bob. Doubles the chances of being bumped into if we both go." "Then you roost on the roof and lemme look the range over for the old man." "Didn't Miss Joyce tell me to find her paw? What's eatin' you, pard?" "You pore plugged nickel!" derided Hart. "Think she picked you special for this job, do you?" "Be reasonable, Bob," pleaded Dave. |
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