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And she's so crazy about Corliss she's soft! Well, I used to be crazy about her myself, but I'm not soft I'm not the Lindley kind of loon, thank heaven!" "What kind are you, Trumble?" asked Ray, mildly. "Not your kind either," retorted the other going to the door. "She cut me on the street the other day; she's quit speaking to me.
Shortly after Fadeaway had gone out, Will Corliss got up and sauntered to the street. He gazed up and down the straggling length of Antelope and cursed. Then he walked across to the sheriff's office. The sheriff motioned him to a chair, which he declined. "Better sit down, Billy. I want to talk to you." "Haven't got time," said Corliss. "You know what I came for."
Corliss, who was not given to sentiment, smoked and pondered the possibility of his brother's whereabouts. He had written to all the large cities asking for information from the police as to the probability of their being able to locate his brother. The answers had not been encouraging.
The whoop which Shoop let out startled the team into a lunging gallop. "Go it, if you want to!" said Corliss as the buckboard swung around a turn and took the incline toward Antelope. "I'm in a hurry myself." Nevertheless, he saved the team as they struck the level and held them to a trot. "Wise old head," was Shoop's inward comment.
He read uninterruptedly for an hour, drifting on the broad current of the Mississippi to eventually disembark in Antelope as the deputy shadowed the doorway. The sheriff closed the book and glanced up. He read his answer in the deputy's eyes. "'T ain't that they don't like you," said the deputy. "But they ain't one of 'em that'll do anything for Loring or do anything against Jack Corliss."
Nell Loring spoke to him quietly, assuring him that she understood why he had absented himself. "It's my fault, Fernando, not yours. The patron will want to know why you were away. You will tell him that John Corliss came to your camp; that you thought I wanted to talk with him alone. Then he will know that it was my fault. I'll tell him when I get back to the rancho."
Only sech as me and Jack Corliss and Bud and them kind is fit to take the risks of makin' good in this here State. But we're makin' good, you calico-hoss! Listen:
She's convinced it's a good thing: she thinks it would make a great fortune for us " "`Us'?" repeated Laura gently. "You mean for you and her? When you're " "When we're married. Yes," he said thoughtfully, "that's the way she stated it. She wanted me to put in all I have " "Don't do it!" said Laura decidedly. He glanced at her with sharp inquiry. "Do you mean you would distrust Mr. Corliss?"
If the mind of man is a Corliss engine, throbbing with resistless strength and energy, that of woman is a Geneva watch, by which the mightier machine is regulated. Occasionally a woman enters the field of masculine endeavor and keeps pace with the strongest; but such cases are rare exceptions.
"He walked in on her one day when she was battin' away at the piano herself with her back to the door. Then she pretended it had been a joke, and he was so far gone by that time he didn't care. He's crazy, anyway," added the youth, casually. "Who is this Corliss?" "He owns this house. His family were early settlers and used to be very prominent, but they're all dead except this one.
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