"That's somethin' I'd hate to commit myself on, younker. All I say is a
painter ain't to be depended on. He might prove a coward, like some
cats, and again you'd be fair astonished at his darin'. Long ago I made
up my mind never to give him more of a chance than I could help. It's
war to the knife between me and any such prowlin' critter. I can't git
my gun workin' too quick to please me when I sees the yaller eyes of a
painter hoverin' round my camp."
"Are their eyes always yellow?" asked Bluff eagerly.
"I reckons they are, kid; leastways all that I ever see was marked that
way," replied the cowboy, reaching out for a brand with which to light
the cigarette he had been rolling between his fingers, just as Reddy was
also doing at the time.
"Like those yonder, do you mean?" said Bluff, pointing behind Billy, to
a point where the dense thicket came close to the border of the camp.
Every eye was instantly turned in that direction. Frank himself was
thrilled when he discovered that there were twin glowing eyes among
those bushes, eyes that had all the attributes of the cat tribe.
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