Then he went into another corral for
his other horse, Nagger, and, bringing him out, returned to find Bostil had
followed as far as the court. The old man's rage apparently had passed or had
been smothered.
"See here," he began, in thick voice, "don't be a d--- fool an' ruin your
chance in life. I'll--"
"Bostil, my one chance was ruined--an' you know who did it," replied Slone, as
he gathered Nagger's rope and Wildfire's bridle together. "I've no hard
feelin's. . . . But I can't sell you my horse. An' I can't ride for
you--because--well, because it would breed trouble."
"An' what kind?" queried Bostil.
Holley and Farlane and Van, with several other riders, had come up and were
standing open-mouthed. Slone gathered from their manner and expression that
anything might happen with Bostil in such a mood.
"We'd be racin' the King an' Wildfire, wouldn't we?" replied Slone.
"An' supposin' we would?" returned Bostil, ominously. His huge frame vibrated
with a slight start.
"Wildfire would run off with your favorite--an' you wouldn't like that,"
answered Slone.
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