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She would have loved it if only the man opposite were Lone, or Swan, or some one else whom she knew and trusted. She watched the firelight dancing on Al's somber face, softening its hardness, making it almost wistful when he gazed thoughtfully into the coals. She thrilled when she saw how watchful he was, how he lifted his head and listened to every little night sound.
Then you can sympathize with Mrs. Fosdick and with me. You see you understand why we had rather our daughter did not marry your grandson." "Sartin. You see, I've had just the same sort of general kind of objection to Al's marryin' your daughter." Mr. Fletcher Fosdick leaned slowly backward in his chair. His appearance was suggestive of one who has received an unexpected thump between the eyes.
Madeline had two sensations then one of wonder at the note of alarm and love in the woman's voice, and the other of unutterable relief to be safe with a friend of her brother's. "It's Al's sister came on to-night's train," the cowboy was saying. "I happened to be at the station, and I've fetched her up to you." Madeline came forward out of the shadow.
And try as he would, he could not see the object of so foolish a plan as this abduction carried out in collusion with two men of unknown sentiments in the party. They had shown no suspicion of Al's part in the affair, and Swan grinned when he thought of the mutual surprise when they met. He was not disappointed.
I was setting reading a letter from Florrie that all as she said in it was that she had boughten herself a new suit that everybody says was the cutest she ever had on her back just like I give a dam because by the time I see her in it she will of gave it to little Al's Swede.
Dale finished his hearty meal, and listened awhile longer to the old woman's talk; then, taking his rifle and the other turkey, he bade her good-by. She followed him out. "Now, Milt, you'll come soon again, won't you jest to see Al's niece who'll be here in a week?" "I reckon I'll drop in some day.... Auntie, have you seen my friends, the Mormon boys?"
Al's voice became wheedling. "Go on, George. It's the last, the very last." "No." The denial was as final as George's thin lips could make it. Al glanced at the approaching car. He sat down suddenly on the curbstone. "What's the matter?" his brother asked, with momentary alarm. "Nothing. I want some whisky. It's my stomach." "Come on now, get up."
Her name was Nancy, but when she lay a baby in her cradle I called her Bo-Peep, an' the name's stuck.... Girls, this here's my foreman, Jeff Mulvey, who's been with me twenty years." The introduction caused embarrassment to all three principals, particularly to Jeff. "Jeff, throw the packs an' saddles fer a rest," was Al's order to his foreman.
There'd be a good horse for you, dad." "One, maybe." Tom spat into the dust and, impelled by Al's example, drew his own cigarette papers from his shirt pocket. "I'm thinkin' of breakin' all we've got time for this summer. Darn this here makin' one horse your trademark!"
And try as he would, he could not see the object of so foolish a plan as this abduction carried out in collusion with two men of unknown sentiments in the party. They had shown no suspicion of Al's part in the affair, and Swan grinned when he thought of the mutual surprise when they met. He was not disappointed.
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