You see what I mean. Let's see. Will it swing you too far into
the sun, Pete, if you pick him up down there in that dry channel?"
"Not if you let me make it right away," Pete replied after a squint or two
through the viewfinder. "Sun's getting pretty far over--"
"Ought to leave a feller time to git his wind," Applehead complained, looking
up at Luck with eyes bloodshot from the heat. "I calc'late mebby you think
it's FUN to drag that there burro up over them rocks?"
"Sure, it isn't fun. We didn't come out here for fun. Go down and wait behind
that bank, and come out into the channel when I give the word. I want you
coming up all-in, just as you look right now. Sorry, but I can't let you wait
to cool off, Applehead."
"Well now," Applehead began with shortwinded sarcasm, "I'm s'posed to be outa
grub. Why didn't yuh up In' starve me fer a week or two, so'st I'd be gaunted
up realistic? Why didn't yuh break a laig fer me, sos't I kin show some
five-cent bunch in a pitcher-show how bad I'm off? Danged if I ain't jest
about gettin' my hide full uh this here danged fool REELISM you're hollerin'
fur all the time. 'F you send me down there to come haulin' that there burro
back up here so's the camery kin watch me sweat 'n' puff my danged daylights
out--before I git a drink uh water, I'll murder ye in cold blood, now I'm
tellin' ye!"
"You go on down there and shut up!" Luck yelled inexorably.
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