I haven't done a
thing--yet."
"Let's feed the horses and then pace along to the house, one at
a time, and find out," was Jack's reckless suggestion. "Anybody
that knows us at all can easy tell which is who. And I guess it
would be tolerably safe."
Foolhardy as the thing looked to be, they did it, each after his
own manner of facing a known danger. Jack went first because, as
he said, it was his idea, and he was willing to show his heart
was in the right place. He rolled and lighted a cigarette,
wrinkled his eyes shut in a laugh, and strolled nonchalantly out
of the stable.
"Keep an eye on the rim-rock, boys," he called back, without
turning his head. A third of the way he went, stopped dead
still, and made believe inspect something upon the ground at his
feet.
"Ah, go ON!" bawled Wally, his nerves all on edge.
Jack dug his heel into the dust, blew the ashes from his
cigarette, and went on slowly to the gate, passed through, and
stood well back, out of sight under the trees, to watch.
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