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She uttered a quick, angry, half-reproachful cry, and turned again to fly. But she had not gone far before she came upon the hurrying figures and anxious faces of the doctor and Hoskins. She stopped, trembling and irresolute. "Ah," said the doctor, in a tone of frank relief. "Here you are! I was getting worried about you. Waya said you had been gone since morning!"
Have you somebody by to carry them to the steamer?" "Me go," cried the man, grinning broadly in delight over this trade, "me vife she stay me go." "But couldn't I carry the poor kitten in my arms, she seems to feel being a prisoner so?" asked Faith, distressed for the pet she loved already. "He might scratch you," said the captain, but Beppo shook his head. "Noa, noa, he gooda; but he getta waya.
She had driven Waya and the other squaws far along the sparse tableland pasture in search of missing stock; she herself had lain out all night on the rocks beside an ailing heifer.
She was no longer indignant at Hoskins, but she found relief in accepting the compliments of the stranger in preference, and felt a delight in Hoskins's discomfiture. Waya, promoted to the burlesque of a chaperone, grinned with infinite delight and understanding.
A rare straggler from the main road, penetrating this seclusion, might have scarcely distinguished her from Waya, in her coarse cotton gown and slouched hat, except for the free stride which contrasted with her companion's waddle.
Well, Waya, this is Miss Jones, who will look after the cows and calves and the dairy." Then glancing at her torn dress, he added: "You'll find some clean things in there, until I can send up something from San Jose. Waya will show you." Without further speech he turned away with the other man. When they were some distance from the cabin, the younger remarked:
"Have the diggers frightened you?" "No" with a gesture of contempt. "Have you and Waya quarreled?" "Nary" with a faint, tremulous smile. He still stared at her, and then dropped his blue eyes musingly. "Are you lonely here? Would you rather go to San Jose?"
He stopped and looked at her attentively. "Is anything the matter?" His evident concern sent a warm glow over her chilly frame, and yet the strange sensation remained. "No no!" she stammered. Doctor Ruysdael turned to Hoskins. "Go back and tell Waya I've found her." Libby felt that the doctor only wanted to get rid of his companion, and became awed again. "Has anybody been bothering you?" "No."
"This is Waya, who attends to the cooking and cleaning," he said; "and by the way, what is your name?" "Libby Jones." He took a small memorandum book and a "stub" of pencil from his pocket. "Elizabeth Jones," he said, writing it down. The girl interposed a long red hand. "No," she interrupted sharply, "not Elizabeth, but Libby, short for Lib'rty." "Liberty?" "Yes." "Liberty Jones, then.
There were shelves and cupboards and other conveniences, yet with no ostentation of refinement to frighten her rustic sensibilities. Then he pushed open another door leading into a shed and called "Waya." A stout, undersized Indian woman, fitted with a coarse cotton gown, but cleaner and more presentable than the girl's one frock, appeared in the doorway.
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