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The girl placed her elbows upon the table, rested her chin upon her knuckles, and glanced eagerly into Endicott's face: "Win, you've just got to buy a ranch," she announced, the words fairly tumbling over each other in her excitement.
In England, you know, he was just loafing, filling in time with one useless thing after another, and on the way to get fat and lazy. Here he is doing things, things worth while. His ranch is quite a success. Then he is always busy organising various sorts of industries in the country dairying, lumbering and that sort of thing. He has introduced thoroughbred stock.
"I'm beginning to feel grown up, sometimes, Grandmother. Going on seventeen is a pretty good age, isn't it? It won't be long now until I'm twenty-one, and then I suppose I'll have to take up responsibilities learn how to run the ranch." She sighed heavily. "I fancy Uncle Cliff will stand back of you for some time yet, dear." Blue Bonnet nodded confidently. "Yes, and there's Alec.
"You'll let me go over in the buckboard for them, won't you?" "Kind of early in the season for you to begin hankering after city folks," he sought to tease her. "But think of the baby!" she exclaimed as excitedly as a little girl over the prospect of a doll. "A baby on our ranch! I simply must see it at the earliest possible moment!
Our party captured their saddle horses and camp outfit, but did not feel themselves strong enough to continue the chase in such a country. The cattle were found close to the camp, but so footsore that it was impossible to move them homewards. They then returned to the ranch, and we at once organized a strong force of some seventeen men, well mounted and abundantly supplied with ammunition, etc.
"Barbara will need a husband now," Deveny went on. "With old Morgan gone and her brother sloped from the home ranch, she'll be kind of lonesome. I aim to cure her of that." He laughed, and Rogers writhed inwardly. For Rogers had long nursed a secret hope that one day the fates might take a notion to give him the chance that Deveny intended to seize.
I never heard of any such person in my life not that I remember. Evidently, though, he knows enough about me to know that I own that sheep ranch, and to think that I ought to go out there and see it. I do not understand it at all. What do you make of it, son?" Donald thought carefully. "Do you suppose anything is wrong on the ranch?" "No, indeed!
But I argued the matter out from my own point of view, and it struck me that two horsemen, approaching the ranch under cover of the forest and a dark night, and not venturing into the open after having arrived, simply didn't want to be seen. And their not wishing to be seen meant that their object in coming wasn't well, just above suspicion."
He had not followed Bartley into the ranch. And it was some twenty minutes or so after Bartley was on the road again that he discovered the dog, coming round a bend on the run. There was no getting rid of him. The dog, who had often been chased from ranches by other dogs, had at first waited patiently for Bartley to appear.
"Soon as I saw what the game was, and that Baumberger was only playing for time and a free hand, I pulled out. I thought Peppajee might give me something definite to go on. He couldn't, though." "Baumberger's going to steal that ranch according to law, you see," Miss Georgie stated with conviction.
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