Two inch-long cuts on his
chest and a deeper, longer one on his foreleg was the price Johnny paid, and
that was all. The lower wire he never touched, since it was a leap that landed
him against the fence. He lurched and recovered himself, and went on at a
slower gallop while Applehead beckoned the three to come on.
"I kain't say I'd want to git in the habit uh bustin' fences that way," he
grinned over his shoulder as the three jumped through the gap he had made and
forged up to him. "But I calc'late if they's another one Johnny n' me kin make
it, mebby."
"Well, I was brought up in a barbed wire country," Pink exploded, "but I'll be
darned if I ever saw a stunt like that pulled off before!"
"We-ell, I hed a bronk go hog-wild 'n' pop three wires on a fence one time,"
Applehead explained modestly, "'n' he didn't cut hisself a-tall, skurcely.
It's all accordin' t' how yuh hit it, I reckon. Anyway, I calc'lated it was
wuth tryin', 'cause we shore woulda had our hands full if we'd a stopped at
that fence, now I'm tellin' yuh! 'N' another thing," he added bodefully, "I
figgured we'd better be gittin' to Luck In' his bunch. I calc'late they need
us, mebby.
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