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"Wonderful fellow is Starr," he declared. Stefan took his friend Hugo up in his arms, in spite of protests on the latter's part that he wanted to try to walk. The young man was a light load, indeed, at this time. He was placed on the seat of the buckboard and, with Stefan carefully leading the horse and Madge walking alongside, was taken up to Papineau's.
The latter was loaded with gifts from Cedar Mountain friends, some of them sufficiently absurd for example, framed chromos, a parrot cage, a home instructor in Spanish, and a self-rocking cradle but there was also a simple sufficiency of household furniture. The buckboard overtook the wagon in the morning and arrived at Deadwood by one o'clock.
"They started to plow this morning, but it is still most too wet." "Was Millie at home?" Guinea asked. "I think so, but I suppose you know that Chid isn't." "Never mind that," the old man spoke up. "Leave all cuttin' and slashin' to folks that ain't no kin to each other. You've been to dinner, have you, Alf? Well, hitch the mare to the buckboard and go with this gentleman over to old Perdue's."
Then with great deliberation he came close up to the buckboard. "Miss Diane," he said, and the girl's lids lowered before the earnestness of his gaze, "you shall never while I live be the slave of Jake Harnach." Nor had Tresler time to move away before a tall figure rounded the bend of the trail.
Muster made some other arrangement; an' it's just as well, for I'm late an' I've got to have my near front wheel off an' doctor it a bit, so I won't make the Crossin' till midday to-morrow, I reckon. I'll be campin' at Lloyd's to-night." After perhaps an hour and a half, the buckboard was pulled up in a fenced yard beside a small homestead.
After a moment he added: "He's mighty sick." "He ought never to have left town." "Oughtn't he?" said Prince dryly. "If you'll inquire you'll find we had a good reason for leavin'." "Well, you're going to have another good reason for going back," she told him crisply. "I'll send a buckboard for him." "Aren't you takin' a heap of trouble on our account?" he inquired ironically.
Then she heard his footsteps passing, heard the voices of two men for now a bystander had gone across to do something for the plunging horses, one of which had thrown itself under the buckboard tongue. She heard the two men as they worked on. "Git up!" said one voice. "Git around there!" Then came certain oaths on the part of both men, and conversation whose import she did not know.
"To-morrow," she said. "In the afternoon. I shall have my trunks taken over to Lazette in the morning." "In the morning?" said Langford, puzzled. "Why not ride over with them, in the afternoon, in the buckboard?" "I shall ride my pony. The man can return him." She took a step toward the door, but halted before reaching it, turning to look back at him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of wheels, followed, a moment later, by the splash of a horse crossing the ford. He turned in the direction whence the sound came, and beheld Bessie hauling a buckboard up the bank of the river; at the same instant he recognized the only occupant of the vehicle. It was Diane returning from her errand of mercy. Tresler sprang to his feet.
On this particular morning he took but little interest in the place; he knew only too well how soon it must pass from his possession. Half-way up the hill he paused and turned his sleepy eyes towards the south. At a considerable distance a vehicle was approaching at a spanking pace. It was a buckboard, one of those sturdy conveyances built especially for light prairie transport.
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