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He was a poet of no mean order. What he wrote was printed regularly in Cad Davis' Leadville paper under the head of "Pearls of Pegasus," and all us Red Hoss Mountain folks allowed that next to Willie Pabor of Denver our own Jake Dodsley had more of the afflatus in him than any other living human poet. Hoover appreciated Jake's genius, even though Jake was his rival.
"There was a rapt look in Jake's face as he turned it to the west, and I would have given much to know that my future was as assured as his." Here the first part of Mr. Mason's letter closed abruptly, as a friend came to call, but he added hastily, "To-morrow I'll finish, and tell you about the child who now occupies all Jake's thoughts, praying every day that he may see her again."
"Did they get Jake's trunk away?" "No! The low thieves! It is lying there in the water. Do you think you could help me up with it?" She caught up the trunk at one end, while I took the other. And we carried it back between us to Jake's cabin. Poor old Jake! I could hardly smother a smile as I saw the dejected figure he presented.
And with Jake's fall the tension of Tresler's rage relaxed. He could have carried the chastisement further with a certain wild delight, but he was no savage, only a real, human man, outraged and infuriated by the savagery of another. His one thought was for his poor old friend, and he dropped on his knees, and bent over the still, shrunken form in a painful anxiety.
They're working about twenty mile from here up on the Yellow Jacket Pass road," replied Simms, studying the surprised face closely. "Ah saw Carew's driver stopping at Jake's when we drove by, Simms," said Mr. Brewster at this moment. "If you-all can find Jake, that will be the way to arrive take a reserved seat beside him," chuckled Simms.
That was the Carrie you knew in the woods. If you don't want her, you oughtn't to burn logs and sit by the fire when it's getting dark, as we used to do. But she has gone back to the shadows that creep among the pines, and I don't think she will come out again." She pulled up an easy-chair, and when she sat down and shielded her face from the fire with her hand Jake's eyes twinkled.
"Why, yes, 'course I was," spluttered the other, uneasily eying the speaker, who was holding his light so that it shone directly on Jake's still flushed face. "Then what did you shout so loud for, if you didn't expect any one to come to your assistance?" continued Max. "Oh! say, yuh see, 'course I knowed thar was somebody around. I'd just discovered signs of a camp, and sniffed smoke.
She stood as one strung to the utmost limit of resistance. Jake did not again look at her. His eyes were upon Saltash, and they never wavered. "Alone with you," he repeated, with grim insistence. Saltash regarded him curiously. His mouth twitched mockingly as he put the cigarette between his lips. He held out the case to Jake in mute invitation. Jake's look remained fixed.
Tresler understood the man's game; he also understood and fully appreciated Joe Nelson's warning. He glanced at the saddle still hanging on the corral wall. It would be simple suicide for him to attempt to ride an outlaw with a saddle fit for a boy of fifteen. And it was Jake's purpose, trading on his ignorance of such matters, to fool him into using a saddle that would probably rupture him.
"I've never bullied you anyway. But I'm on the war-path now, and you've got to take your physic whether you like it or not. Say, Bunny, how much money did you drop at the races this afternoon?" "What's that to you?" said Bunny. Jake's face hardened a little. "Well, I expected that," he said. "Afraid to tell me, eh?" "Not in the least afraid," said Bunny. "I dispute your right to know, that's all."
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