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"He tried to break in," said Medora Phillips eagerly; "but this gentleman...." She turned appreciatively to Cope. Carolyn, really impressed by her well- sustained seriousness and ardor, almost began to believe that they owed their lives to Bertram Cope alone. "Was he a murderer?" asked Medora. The men looked serious, but made no categorical reply.
Not a word was spoken by any of the party at the Clagstone "Six" as the five fastest horses ever on the Eagle Butte track swept past the car toward the first quarter-turn of the course. Carolyn June's face was as white as marble. Her breast heaved and fell as if it would burst. Dry-eyed, every nerve tense, she stared at the straining racers.
It's all right, Boy you're goin' to carry double this one time!" The broncho stood passive while the Ramblin' Kid helped Carolyn June to his back. "You set behind," he said, "it'll be easier to hold on an' I can handle th' horse better!" She slipped back of the saddle and he swung up on to the little roan.
Karen, obviously flustered, too, reached to the dummy for the Ace of Diamonds, to which Penny played the three, Karen herself discarding the ten of Clubs, and Mrs. Drake the five of Diamonds. "You asked no questions, Mr. Drake?" Dundee interpolated. The banker flushed again. "I yes, I believe I did. Carolyn Mrs.
At last the beautiful creature tasted the sugar and greedily ate the lumps, permitting Carolyn June gently to stroke the velvety muzzle. Then the girl's hand crept higher and higher on the horse's neck and after a little an arm was slipped over the filly's neck. "You darling!" Carolyn June breathed softly, "I love you!
"What makes you think so?" she asked, not sure whether to be gratified or not. "Oh, your small talk is so well, so er interesting. A fellow always likes to hear about another fellow about his eyes, and so on." "Oh, you mustn't be jealous," said Lucy, with a glance which finished Just. He choked in his napkin, and turned his attention to Carolyn Houghton, on his other side.
"I I was just thinking of a a funeral I saw once!" he answered, gazing steadily and with pretended awe at Skinny's white shirt. "Some colors always remind me of funerals or or weddings!" he explained. A suppressed snicker circled the table. "Don't be down-hearted," Carolyn June laughed, "it may not go that far.
"Killed him?" Carolyn June gasped. "Seemed like it." Bert answered, with a grin; "anyway, we buried him." "What did the the Ramblin' Kid do?" she asked. "He just laughed kind of soft and scornful," Skinny said, "and got on Captain Jack and rode away while we was picking the fellow up!"
Skinny brightened up immediately. "That's a good one," he called to Carolyn June with a snicker; "I never thought of it before!" A ripple of laughter came from Carolyn June's room. "Really, I don't mind," she said; "play Bubbles as much as you like I think it's rather soothing, but truly I must write my letters now so Ophelia can take them to town."
When the old-rose of dawn melted the gray above the sand-hills behind them and the white moon was fading in the zenith above the Kiowa; when the cottonwoods beside the Cimarron began to shake their leaves in the morning breeze that tripped across the valley; when the low buildings of the Quarter Circle KT silhouetted against the bench beyond the meadows; when the smooth surface of the beach of quicksand under which the body of Old Blue was hidden began to look smoother yet and still more firm, the Ramblin' Kid and Carolyn June parted.
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