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"Buck up and beat it. I can't take you home, an' neither can anybody else. You've got to make it alone. When you get to the Hat Ranch, send Sam Singer up to me. Remember, Donnie. Send Sam Singer up." He turned again to the waitress. "You'd better take charge here" he said. "Miss Corblay's been took sick an' the pain's somethin' terrible.
I caught her when she was fallin', an' I told her I'd see that you didn't lack for nothin' while I lived an' that I'd keep an eye on you an' see that nothin' wrong happened to you. Your mother couldn't speak none then, Miss Donnie, but she give my hand a little press to show she was on an' that whatever I did was done with her say-so.
When presently Bob went into the house to write the desired order for Harley P., Donna and the gambler were left alone for a few minutes. Instantly Mr. Hennage became serious. "Looky here. Miss Donnie," he said, "Bob McGraw's free, white an' twenty-one an' he can play his own hand.
Now, this young Bob is an impulsive cuss, an' if he has any dealin's of a money nature with this sweet-scented porch- climber that's on his trail, you take a tip from Harley P. Hennage, Miss Donnie, an' act as lookout on Bob's game. Miss Donnie, I can tell a crook in the dark. Let a crook try to buck my game an' I have him spotted in a minute. I just feel 'em." "Thank you, Mr. Hennage.
"I hope you won't think I'm actin' forward, because I ain't one o' the presumin' kind. I just wanted to do somethin' to help out because your mother was a very lovely lady. Three times a day for ten years she give me my change an' there never was a time when she didn't have a decent, kindly word for me the only good woman in this town that'd look at me God bless her! Mum's the word, Miss Donnie.
"I must find Bob" mused the gambler, "an' I must have time to find him before these people euchre him out o' that valuable water right o' his. An' when I find that young man, I'll bet six-bits he sells that water right to me; then I'll sell it to my friend Carey an' the proceeds o' that sale 'll go to Donnie. A woman can get along without a man, if she's got the price to get along on."
"The sun ain't set, has it?" "It's just setting" Donna answered him. He nodded slightly, and a flush of embarrassment lit up his pale features. For the first and last time in life, Harley P. Hennage was going to appear presumptuous. "If it's a boy" he whispered, "would you you wouldn't mind would you callin' him Harley? Just his middle name, Donnie an' he could sign it Robert H. McGraw."
Donnie, my dear, I'm goin' to wire Los Angeles an' order up a heap o' big red roses on 25 damme, Mrs. Pennycook, what the devil are you lookin' at, ma'am?"
The simplicity, the honesty of this dying stray dog had filled his heart to overflowing; for he was young and he could weep at the passing of a man. "Sho," said Mr. Hennage softly, "sho, Bob. It was low down o' me to figure you a crook, but the evidence man, it was awful but you when did you marry Donnie" "Last October in Bakersfield." "I know wisht you'd invited me give the bride away, Bob.
Daniel Pennycook, wife of the yardmaster, was informed over the telephone that Donnie Corblay's mother was dead. "So I understand" replied Mrs. Pennycook volubly. "Poor thing! There was always somethin' so mysterious like about " The use of the word "like" was habit with Mrs. Pennycook. She rarely took a decided stand in anything except Mr.
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