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Buck, Charles Neville, 1879-1930

"A Pagan of the Hills"

They had been riding toward what had
seemed a sheer wall of bluff, and that abrupt angle had brought them to
a point where the road dipped sharply down and lost itself in the
rapidly running waters of a narrow creek. On the opposite shore the
road came out again with a right-angle turn to thread its course along
a shelf of higher ground as a narrow cornice might run along a wall.
Below was a drop to the creek; above the perpendicular uplift of the
precipice.
"This hyar's ther commencement of Wolf-Pen Gap," Bud Sellers
enlightened his companion. "This is just erbout whar they aimed ter
lay-way her at. I shouldn't marvel none ef some of 'em's watchin' us
from them thickets up on thet bluff right now."
"Then let's hurry across," Brent nervously suggested. "Once we get
over the stream the cliff itself will shield us. They can't shoot
straight down."
"Oh, I reckon they don't hardly aim ter harm us," reassured Bud. "An'
anyhow we've got ter tutor this matter jest right. Thet creek's norrer
but hit's deep beyond fordin'. We needs must swim our mules acros't.


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