Spects yo' had 'nothah tumble,
didn't you'? You' wait till Katie gits de camph-fire an' put on dat
haid."
So did Katie's scoldings invariably end in renewed pampering of her
"chile," and so did I continue to race every horse in the community and
usually to win.
With one small ear laid back to listen for the other horses, little
white Flossie flew along the grassy track, darting around the chapparal
bushes which had grown up and jumping the fallen tree trunks. Suddenly
we came out of the woods and she shied violently at a man who was
digging a fence-post hole, directly in the road. I always rode Indian
fashion without stirrups of any kind, so of course I was catapulted
neatly over her head.
"Hello. Otto," I said, remaining seated in the road and catching at
Floss' bridle rein, "what have you found?"
Otto was sifting the loose dirt in the hole through eager fingers.
"Hello! I've found some money here in the ground. I wonder - oh, yes,
I've heard my mother tell about it! This was the old pioneer road and it
was at this very spot that Rattlesnake Dick and some of his gang held up
the Wells-Fargo stage coach and got such a lot of money.
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