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"I've got this t' say fur you two: You're a little the toughest proposition I ever run up ag'inst and I've been up ag'inst it good and plenty." "Thanks," Keith said cheerfully. "You'd better take Rex now and go ahead, Miss Lansell. I'll take that gun and look after this fellow. Get up, Kelly." "What are you going to do with him?" Kelly got unsteadily upon his feet.
The man shut his lips in a thin line. "No, he won't!" cried Beatrice, leaning forward. "Don't mind a thing he says! You can't expect a man to keep his temper with his hands up in the air like that. You take Rex, and I'll promise for Mr. Cameron." "Trix Miss Lansell!" sternly. "I promise you he won't do a thing," she went on firmly. "He he isn't half as fierce, really, as as he looks."
Lansell was uncomfortable, mentally and physically, and her manner was frankly chilly when her son presented the stranger as his good friend and neighbor, Keith Cameron. She was still privately convinced that he looked a criminal though, if pressed, she must surely have admitted that he was an uncommonly good-looking young outlaw.
Beatrice, who had not been thinking of Kelly at all, but remorsefully of a fellow she had persisted in misjudging, only cried the harder. "Don't don't cry like that! I Miss Lansell Trix darling!" Keith's self-control snapped suddenly, like a rope when the strain becomes too great. He caught her fiercely in his arms, and crushed her close against him. Beatrice stopped crying, and gasped.
Cameron, if I had known " Beatrice was good-hearted, if she was fond of playing with a man's heart. "I hope you're not letting that business worry you, Miss Lansell. You remind me of a painting I saw once in Boston. It was called June." "But this is August, so I don't apply. Isn't there some way you " "Did you hear about that train-robbery up the line last week?"
Lansell did not propose to be caught unawares in a storm another time. Miss Hayes straightened Dorman's cap, and told him to sit down, dear, and then called upon Sir Redmond to enforce the command. Sir Redmond repeated her command, minus the dear, and then rode on ahead to overtake Beatrice and Keith, who had started.
Lansell preferred to yield, rather than be openly defied. So the three went off to find the shiny penny and in exactly thirty-five minutes they found it. I will not say that they could not have found it sooner, but, at any rate, they didn't, and they reached the house about two minutes behind Dick and Sir Redmond, which did not improve Sir Redmond's temper to speak of.
Beatrice assured her indignantly. "He has the look of a criminal," declared Mrs. Lansell, in the positive tone of one who speaks from intimate knowledge of the subject under discussion. "I only hope he isn't going to murder " "They're coming back, mama," interrupted Beatrice, who had been watching closely the hilltop. "No, it's that man, and he is driving the horses."
Lansell would probably have gone back to her room, and continued to bide her time; but the mother of Beatrice had learned a few things about the ways of a wilful girl. She went in, and closed the door carefully behind her. She did not wish to keep the whole house awake. Then she went straight to the bed, laid hand upon a white shoulder that gleamed in the moonlight, and gave a shake.
Beatrice turned her shoulder toward him, and looked at Sir Redmond, who was surreptitiously fishing for certain articles beside the rear wheel, at the whispered behest of Mrs. Lansell, and was certainly a sight to behold. He was mud to his knees and to his elbows, and he had managed to plaster his hat against the wheel and to dirty his face.
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