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It's full of fairies." We couldn't help laughing at Racey's fancies, and in his turn Racey was a little inclined to be offended, so Tom and I joined together to try to bring him round. "I don't know how it is we've got in the way of being so cross to each other," I said sadly. "I'm sure it's quite time Miss Goldy-hair or somebody should teach us how to be good again.
Oh, lookit, lookit!" Racey's gaze casually and uninterestedly followed Swing's pointing finger. Immediately his eye brightened and he sat up with a jerk. "I'll shove the door a li'l farther open," said Swing, making as if to rise. "Sit still," hissed Racey, pulling down his friend with one hand and endeavouring to smooth his own hair with the other. "Yo're all right, and the door's all right.
"Please go," said Miss Dale to Racey Dawson. He hesitated. He was in a quandary. He did not relish leaving her with At that instant Mr. Dale decided Racey's course for him. Mr. Dale pulled a gun and, still whooping cheerily, shook five shots into the atmosphere. Then Mr. Dale fumblingly threw out his cylinder and began to reload.
Mother had let us have it since we were ill. By rights the cot I was sleeping in was Racey's, for I had a little room to myself, but Tom and I had been put together because of the measles. I could not have seen Tom's face except for the light, for it was still quite dark outside, just beginning to get a very little morning. "Tom," I said softly, "do you know what o'clock it is?"
"There must be some happy children in London, I suppose," I said, "children whose fathers and mothers are at home with them to make them happy," and as I said the words, suddenly on the other side of the street, a few doors down, my glance fell on the little conservatory which had caught Racey's eyes his "air garden."
"Free range or not, it as good as belongs to the Bar S." "Old Salt used to run quite a bunch round Cabin Hill and another north near the Slue." "He does yet one or two thousand head in all, maybe. Oh, these fellers ain't foolish enough to crowd Old Salt that close. They know Dale's is their best chance." Racey's eyes travelled, from one ridge to the other.
"I was here when Molly found it out." Mr. Dale nodded miserably. He was too utterly wretched to resent Racey's interference with his affairs. "She she told me," he said. "Don't they know about the other two thousand you lost to McFluke, or what you dropped at Lacey's?" Mr. Dale shook his head. "I never told 'em. I I only lost fifteen or sixteen hundred at Lacey's, anyway."
I pulled it gently to, so that from the street no one, unless they looked very close, could have seen it was open, and then with Racey's hand in mine, and Tom trotting alongside, we went down the steps and turned the way which Tom said he was sure led to the post-box he had seen. There were not many people in the street in which our house was.
"I come to see Mrs. Dale," replied Tweezy, his leathery features wrinkling in a grimace intended to pass for a propitiating smile. Racey's stare was venomous. "Tweezy," he drawled, "I done told you something about admiring to see you put these women off this ranch, didn't I?" "Oh, you was just a li'l hasty. I understand. That's all right. I've done forgot all about it." "So I see. So I see.
Racey's mouth was a grim, uncompromising line. "If Racey ever finds out who wrote that," thought Kansas to himself, pulling the door shut, "hell will shore pop. And I hope it does." For he liked Racey Dawson, did Kansas Casey, the deputy sheriff. "Why didn't you tell me at breakfast?" demanded Swing Tunstall. "And give it away to Jack Harpe!" said scornful Racey.
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