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The horse, frightened by the clamour, reared almost upright and then backed across the trail, while the girl wondered with a tense anxiety whether the man would look up. Then for just a second he turned his head, and saw her standing on the verandah with a blaze in her cheeks and a dimness in her eyes. "Off with you, Harry, and remember you're riding for all of us and Somasco," cried somebody.
It was about the middle of the afternoon of the day following Alton's affray with the workman when the cook came limping into the verandah of the Somasco ranch, where Deringham leaned, cigar in hand, against a pillar talking to his daughter.
Alice Deringham watched him in silence for a few seconds and then smiled again. "It is somewhat difficult to believe it. I am sincerely sorry for Mr. Alton, but I can see no reason for intruding at Somasco now." Deringham regarded her steadily, and the girl knew it would be advisable for her to yield.
She could see a figure standing over a fallen horse up the trail, while another that had already left it far behind was sinking into the shadow of the pines. The jumper was beaten, but Alton was riding still for Somasco and Carnaby with a fresh horse beneath him. Then she turned to Mrs. Forel with a softness in her eyes which somewhat astonished the elder lady.
"You are pleased with it?" said the rancher, and the girl noticed the contentment in his eyes when she smiled approvingly. "I think," she said, "it is very pretty." Deringham spent several weeks at Somasco without arriving at any understanding with its owner.
"Yes," he said, "I'm Charles Seaforth, better known to the boys here as the Honourable Charley, though I have no especial right to the title, and am fortunate in holding a small share in the Somasco ranch, which I owe to my partner's generosity." "Do I understand that he gave it you?" said Deringham. Seaforth nodded. "You would be near the mark if you came to that conclusion." "And is Mr.
There was no need to tell the injured man that his welfare had appeared of more importance to his comrades than any profit that might accrue to them from the silver mine. "Well," he said simply, "you or Tom should get through to Somasco." "I hope so," said Seaforth, as Okanagan signed to him. "You see, we are all going there together by the shortest way, down the canon."
Supper was served with as much ceremony as was possible at Somasco, but the meal was a somewhat silent one. The ranchers were a trifle anxious while the surveyor spoke most to Alice Deringham, who sat next him near the head of the table, and the member of the Government divided his observations between the wife of a big axeman and Mrs. Forel.
It's a little difficult to understand why he must get his foot in a hole to-day." It was late that night when they reached Somasco, but Alton found Miss Deringham upon the verandah, and she glanced at him with very pretty sympathy. Still, Seaforth fancied that she seemed a trifle anxious. "Have you seen the man who brought the message?" she said. "I have," said Alton. "You were right, of course.
The firewood snapped and crackled in the stove, the sigh of the pines came up in fantastic cadence across the clearing, and so while the dark angel stooped above the lonely ranch the night wore on. There was, however, one man in Somasco ranch who needed sleep that night and found it fly from him.
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