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He also knew that the Englishman couldn't keep within gunshot of Goldie, with the mount he had, and half a mile away Keith shut his teeth hard together, and went out to meet her. Redcloud lay along the ground in great leaps, but Keith, bending low over his neck, urged him faster and faster, until the horse, his ears laid close against his neck, did the best there was in him.
Reaching suddenly, he caught her around the waist and pulled her from the saddle, just as Redcloud, scenting danger, plowed his front feet deeply into the loose soil and stopped dead still. It was neatly done, and quickly; so quickly that before Beatrice had more than gasped her surprise, Keith lowered her to the ground and slid out of the saddle.
Keith wisely made no reply nor did he show any symptoms of haste, despite the menacing tone Slowly he pulled his saddle off Redcloud, and carefully he placed it upon the ground.
From the tail of his eye, Keith saw Sir Redmond's horse go down upon his knees, and get up limping and the sight filled him with ungenerous gladness; Sir Redmond was out of the race. It was Keith and Redcloud they two; and Keith could smile over it.
Redcloud snorted and shook his outraged head, and Keith came to himself and eased the rein, and spoke remorseful, soothing words that somehow clung long in the memory of Beatrice. Just after that Dick galloped up, his elbows flapping like the wings of a frightened hen.
"Well, seeing you seem to be head push here, I guess it's a trade," Keith answered. "But I'll thank you for my own saddle." Beatrice, whose hands were up beside her ears, and not an inch higher, changed from amazed curiosity to concern. "Oh, you mustn't take Redcloud away from Mr. Cameron!" she protested. "You don't know he's so fond of that horse!
Beatrice, riding listlessly to the house, stopped her horse with a jerk. "I heard where is he?" Keith stopped Redcloud, and listened. Came a thumping noise, and a wail, not loud, but unmistakable. "Aunt-ie!" Beatrice was on the ground as soon as Keith, and together they ran to the place the bunk-house.
You can come up and get it, if you want to. And say! I've got a few broke horses ranging down here somewhere. VN brand, on left shoulder. I won't scour the hills, very bad, if I should happen to miss a cayuse. So long!" Kelly waved his hand for farewell. Keith's Masterful Wooing. Keith faced toward home, with Redcloud following at his heels like a pet dog.
"That's encouraging, I'm sure." Keith shifted to the other foot. "How's that sorrel?" demanded the man. "Can he go?" Keith hesitated a second. "Indeed he can go!" put in Beatrice eagerly. "He's every bit as good as Redcloud." "Is that sorrel yours?" The man's eyes shifted briefly to her face. "No-o." Beatrice, thinking how she had meant to own him, blushed. "That accounts for it."
He lifted the child up in his arms, and when Redcloud touched his soft nose to Dorman's cheek and lifted his lip for a dainty, toothless nibble, Dorman was speechless with fright and rapture thrillingly combined. "Now run home with your fish; it lacks only two hours and forty minutes to dinner time, and it will take at least twenty minutes for the fish to fry so you see you'll have to hike."
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