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At the breakfast-table her father had said, cheerily, to Dorn: "Better take off your coat an' come out to the fields. We've got some job to harvest that wheat with only half-force.... But, by George! my trouble's over." Dorn looked suddenly blank, as if Anderson's cheery words had recalled him to the realities of life. He made an incoherent excuse and left the table. "Ah-huh!"
Said she almost fainted then. But she came to in time to see you kick him drive him off." "Is that all she knows?" queried Pan. "Reckon it is. I know more, but I didn't tell her," replied Smith, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I heard about them drivin' Matthews out to meet you.... McCormick told me you hadn't lost any friends." "Ah-huh!" ejaculated Pan somberly.
Forever he half-expected some kind of attack from the men who had been driven away. Soon he had reached a point where he could work round to the side of the bluff. When he looked out upon the valley he espied Hardman's outfit two miles down the slope, beyond the cedar fence. They had set fire to the cedars. A column of yellow smoke rolled way across the valley. "Ah-huh!
"And it took a darn long ride to get here. From Texas." "That so? Well, I come from western Kansas, just across the Texas line." "Been here long?" "Reckon a matter of six months." "What's your work, if you'll excuse curiosity. I'm green, you see, and want to know." "I've been workin' a minin' claim. Gold." "Ah-huh!" replied Pan with quickened interest. "Sounds awful good to me.
"Ah-huh!" exclaimed Anderson, with a loud sigh. Then for a moment of silence the end of his cigar alternately paled and glowed. "Lenore, did you get any any kind of a hunch from Jim's letter?" "I don't exactly understand what you mean," replied Lenore. "Did somethin' strange an' different come to you?" queried Anderson, haltingly, as if words were difficult to express what he meant.
"You're on guard!" she exclaimed. "I reckon. There's four of us boys round the house. You're not goin' off thet step, Miss Lenore." "Oh, ah-huh!" replied Lenore, imitating her father, and bantering Jake, more for the fun of it than from any intention of disobeying him. "Who's going to keep me from it?" "I am. Boss's orders, Miss Lenore. I'm dog-gone sorry.
She was waiting, and, besides, his keen eyes, at once so penetrating and so kind, had confused her. Few secrets had she ever kept from her father. "Where's Lenore?" she heard him ask, down in the dining-room. "Lenorry's mooning," replied Kathleen, with a giggle. "Ah-huh? Well, whereabouts is she moonin'?" went on Anderson. "Why, in her room!" retorted the child.
"I don't know Bill Smith," replied Matthews hastily. "Reckon I'm not talkin' agin men I don't know.... An' as I'm not armed I can't argue with a gun-packin' cowboy." Thus he saved his face with the majority of those present. But he did have a gun. Pan knew that as well as if he had seen it. Matthews was not the "even break" stripe of sheriff. "Ah-huh!" ejaculated Pan sardonically. "All right.
"Oh, d dad," she whispered, with a soft, hushed voice that broke tremulously at her lips, "I I love him!... I do love him.... It's terrible!... I knew it that last time you took me to his home when he said he was going to war.... And, oh, now you know!" Anderson held her tight against his broad breast that lifted her with its great heave. "Ah-huh! Reckon that's some relief.
Thet's where the rub comes in. We played their game. Wasted a lot of shells on them damn broomies! So how could we fight?" "Ah-huh!" groaned Pan, appalled at the fatality of the whole incident. "Pan, I reckon you'd better swaller the dose, bitter as it is, an' bluff Hardman into leavin' us a share of the hosses." "Say, man, are you drunk or loco?" flashed Pan scornfully.
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