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Bud had come near to the school-house door with his armful of sage-brush just in time to hear Forsythe's flippant speech about Gardley and see Margaret's white face. Bud had gone for help! But Margaret did not go home to rest. She did not even get half-way home.
She ceased to play, and presently the sweet old tune "Annie Laurie" came to them. Lorry, with cigarette poised in his fingers, hummed the words to himself. Bronson was watching him curiously. The melody came to an end. Lorry sighed. "Sounds like that ole piano was just singin' its heart out all by itself," he said. "I wish Bud could hear that."
This tickled the baby so much that the chuckle burst into a rollicking laugh, with a catch of the breath after each crescendo tone that made it absolutely individual and like none other save one. "What's his name?" Bud bullied the squaw, though his eyes were on the baby. "Don't know!" "Take Uvin Chal," the baby demanded imperiously. "Uh uh uh? Take!" "Uvin Chal?
He don't circulate around much till the sun goes down. Kind of hard on his skin, the sun, maybe. So you're going to work for him?" "I was figuring on it." "Well, tie to this, bud. If you work for him you won't have him over you." "No?" "No, you'll have" he glanced a little uneasily around him "Lord Nick." "Who's he?" "Who's he?" The big man started in astonishment. "Sufferin' catamounts!
"Well, what you got t' beef about?" "Nothin', Bud, only " "Only what?" "It's kind o' tough you losin' them couple o' teeth or is it three?" M'Ginnis turned on him with a snarl. "A-r-r-, you ! Some day I'm goin' t' kick the insides out o' ye!" "Some day, Bud, sure.
There was a good deal yet to be talked over and decided, and when he had briefly detailed to Bud the various happenings he was still ignorant of, Buck went on to outline his plans. "There are several things I want to look into, and to do it I've got to be on the loose," he explained. "At the same time I don't want Lynch to get the idea I'm snooping around.
If you cut off the end of a rose branch and stick it in the ground under suitable conditions, it grows into a rose tree. If you take cuttings of scarlet geraniums or common verbenas, and pot them in moist soil, they bud out apace into new plants like their parents.
Then the pump was parsimonious, and all the women being impatient to get their allowance and go, it was needful that someone in authority should stand by to decide questions of disputed priority, and to nip quarrels in the bud which might otherwise lead to a fight.
With that he left her, going hastily to round up what men he could find and get them into their saddles. Bud Lee, his eyes still on her, stood where he was. "Well," demanded the girl, "aren't you going, too?" Suddenly angered by his leisurely air, she added cuttingly: "Not afraid, are you?"
Nay, nay, lad, that wean't do." "Oh, yes, it will, Hicky. I'll take great care of it, and clean it when I've done. Lend me the gun, there's a good fellow." "Nay, nay. That would never do, my lad. Couldn't do it." "Why not, Hicky?" "Not mine. What would squire say?" "He wouldn't know, Hicky. I shouldn't tell him." "Bud I should, lad. Suppose thou wast to shoot thee sen, or blow off a leg or a hand?
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