From that moment she liked him and at the breezy
whimsicality of his next words she decided that it would be well worth
the effort to penetrate the mask.
"The dude, or dictionary, names for the above specified commodities is
bacon, biscuits, an' butter. An' referrin' back to your own
etymological spasm, the word 'grub' shows a decided improvement over
anything you have uttered previous. I had expected 'food' an' wouldn't
have hardly batted an' eye at 'viands,' an' the caliginous part of it
is good, only, if you aim to obfuscate my convolutions you'll have to
dig a little deeper. Entirely irrelevant to syntax an' the allied
trades, as the feller says, I'll add that them leggin's of yourn is on
the wrong legs, an' here comes Winthrup with a chip."
Turning abruptly, the man made his way toward the horses, and as
Endicott approached with an armful of firewood, the contrast between
the men was brought sharply to the girl's notice. The Texan, easy and
lithe of movement as an animal born to the wild, the very tilt of his
soft-brimmed hat and the set of his clothing bespeaking conscious
mastery of his environment--a mastery that the girl knew was not
confined to the subduing of wild cattle and horses and the following of
obscure trails in the nighttime. Never for a moment had the air of
self-confidence deserted him.
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