"Don't holler!" he called. "An' don't move!"
"What 'n the h--l now, Sears?" demanded Bostil.
"I'll bore you if you move--thet's what!" replied Sears. His eyes, bold,
steely, with a glint that Bostil knew, vibrated as he held in sight all points
before him. A vicious little sand-rattlesnake about to strike!
"Holley, turn yer back!" ordered Sears.
The old rider, who stood foremost of the group' instantly obeyed, with hands
up. He took no chances here, for he alone packed a gun. With swift steps Sears
moved, pulled Holley's gun, flung it aside into the sage.
"Sears, it ain't a hold-up!" expostulated Bostil. The act seemed too bold, too
wild even for Dick Sears.
"Ain't it?" scoffed Sears, malignantly. "Bostil, I was after the King. But I
reckon I'll git the hoss thet beat him!"
Bostil's face turned dark-blood color and his neck swelled. "By Gawd, Sears!
You ain't a-goin' to steal this boy's hoss!"
"Shut up!" hissed the horse-thief. He pushed a gun close to Bostil. "I've
always laid fer you! I'm achin' to bore you now.
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