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Boise Bill drove the pair from the stable finally, just as a powerful machine arrived and took a place in the outer circle. New arrivals had no interest at the moment for Wallie, who was as nervous as a young opera singer.
"Curious," said Garratt Skinner with interest, but with no stronger feeling at all. "Are you in pain, Wallie?" "Dreadful pain." "We must wait. Perhaps help will come!" The day wore on, but what the time was Garratt Skinner could not tell. His watch and Hine's had both stopped with the cold, and the dull, clouded sky gave him no clue.
Dragging the heavy coach over sagebrush hummocks and through sand had winded them so that they were almost ready to quit when they turned down the main street. "If we'd 'a' hit that culvert we mighta killed off half our dudes. That woulda been what I call notorious hard luck," Pinkey had just observed, when Wallie commenced to whip the horses to a run once more. "What you doin' that for?"
Therefore it had devolved upon Wallie to buy teepees, extra bedding, food, and the thousand and one things necessary to comfort when camping. It all had been accomplished finally, and the day came when the caravan was drawn up beside the Prouty House ready to start toward the Yellowstone.
She faced the future, with all that it implied, and she knew she could not do it. It was horrible that she had even contemplated it. It would be terrible to tell Wallie, but not as terrible as the other thing. She saw herself then with the same clearness with which she had judged Dick.
But to these two American men, at that time, the thing at which these labouring women were employed was dreadful and incredible. Said Wallie "By the time we've dressed, and had breakfast, and walked a little and everything, it'll be almost noon. And noon's the time. After they've eaten their lunch. But I want you to see her before."
"She need not have been so obstinate." "He was very rude to her," Wallie maintained stoutly. "Sleeping next door, I heard it all and this morning in the office." "Anyway, I think Mr. Cone made a mistake in not insisting upon her changing her room, and so I shall tell him." Mr.
He had hit Canby in his most vulnerable spot, for ridicule was something which he found it impossible to endure, and he could well appreciate the glee with which his many enemies would listen to the tale, taking good care that it never died. By all the rules of the game as he had played it often, and always with success, Wallie should long since have "faded" scared, starved out.
While the "dudes" dressed, Pinkey and Wallie went down to the corral to saddle for them. "We better let her ride the pinto," said Pinkey, casually. "'Her?" Wallie looked at his partner fixedly. "Which 'her'?" "That lady that's so thin she could hide behind a match and have room left to peek around the corner. She seems sickly, and the pinto is easy-gaited," Pinkey explained, elaborately.
She did not question him when he told her that it might be necessary to go away very suddenly, without letting another soul know of their movements, not even Wallie.
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