And say,
those conchos--you remember the size of 'em, Jack?--they're solid
silver, hammered out and engraved by hand. Those Mexicans sure
do turn out some fine work on their silver fixings!" He felt in
his pocket for a match.
"Pity I didn't let well enough alone," he went on. "I had the
price of the outfit, and ten dollars over. But then I got
hoggish. I thought I stood a good chance of making seven lucky
passes straight--I did once, and I never got over it, I guess. I
was going to pinch down to ten--but I didn't; I let her ride.
And SHOT CRAPS!"
He drew the match along the stamped saddle-skirt behind the
cantle, because that gave him a chance to steal a look behind him
without being caught in the act. Good, wide hat-brims have more
uses than to shield one's face from the sun. He saw that Evadna
was riding in what looked like a sulky silence beside her friend,
but he felt no compunction for what he had done; instead he was
exhilarated as with some heady wine, and he did not want to do
any thinking about it--yet.
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