"All but th' Cows"
ley fired the second time. At the roar of the shot the rustler grunted and grew suddenly limp.
Logan pushed back from the dinner table and glanced out of the window. Shouting an exclamation he leaped for the door, the rest of the outfit piling pell-mell at his heels.
A black horse, carrying double, stopped near the door and eager hands caught Luke Tedrue as he fell from Pepper's back. Johnny, covered with mud, dust, blood, and powder grime, his clothes torn into shreds and his face a battered mass of red and black and blue flesh, swayed slightly, grasped the saddle horn with both hands and sat stiffly erect again.
"Good Lord!" shouted Logan, jumping to him. "What th' h—l's up?"
"Rustlin'," muttered Johnny. "Luke's brains got foundered in th' head an' he pulled three of 'em out of a hole; but I made Quigley skin th' cat."
"Are they all gone under?" yelled Logan incredulously.
"All but th' cows," sighed Johnny, and strong arms caught him as he fell.
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