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Until only a few days ago he had been heading with certain and speedy success for the day when Mira might return with head held high to the 3-bar-Y, her own ranch. Only his guilt intervened, for she had already paid the penalty of her own rustling. It was the knowledge that she would never return without him that made the aim such a sacred one. To free her he must clear himself with the Police.
"But where is she Mira, I mean? We know she's drawing the profits regularly from the 3-bar-Y. But that foreman of hers is as mute as a clam. . . . And now Bert, her best cowboy, has disappeared. Hm-m! What d'ye make of it, Mahon?" It was not like the Inspector to draw the opinions of his staff, and Mahon regarded him slyly. "You have a theory, sir. I haven't. I only see what's clear.
Don't you know you're due at the gravel pit in less than two hours? That fill-in commences to-day no matter what's happened." But Murphy was already far up the grade, brandishing his shillalah and shouting at the top of his voice: "'Uggins! 'Uggins! I'm coming." Inspector Barker drummed on his desk. "Bert, of the 3-bar-Y, has turned up, Priest tells me."
Over and over again she planned the fresh home they would start every chair and table and picture and rug had a place. Helen Mahon, the Sergeant's wife her own educated cousin would help her, would supply the art Mira herself, in her prairie upbringing, only groped for. She would make of the 3-bar-Y a home for the whole Cypress Hills district. Every day of delay was agony.
Her efforts to brighten up their days were the expression of a desire to plant in his inexperienced mind the picture of home that kept passing before her eyes. Her nights were but one long dream of a fireside, with Blue Pete in the other chair. And as the time of their penance seemed to be nearing an end the ugly ranch-house at the 3-bar-Y became to her a palace.
If he did there are so many things can't be explained. We caught a few of them including a white girl who who also had gone wild. She was a friend of mine, too, once. When we caught her brothers, who owned one of the best ranches in the district, the 3-bar-Y, and they killed themselves, she just broke away. She and Blue Pete worked together. I think they loved each other.
Anyway we kin make two trips of it." He paused and turned his gleaming eyes full on her face. "Jes' two more, Mira, an' then we kin clear out!" "Where to, Pete?" She looked up at him in sudden fright then that she had spoken so plainly. "Why why down south to the 3-bar-Y to suthin' wuth livin' fer to whar yuh'll be a sight better off than with a rough cuss like me."
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