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He hesitated and looked again at Potter. "Why," said the latter, puzzled, "that's from Ace's poem!" "Sure," laughed Norton; "that's just what it is!" The following day Hollis rode to town over the Dry Bottom trail. Had he followed a perfectly natural inclination he would have taken the Coyote, for it would have brought him to the Hazelton cabin.
"I've been considerin' this here situation ever since you told us about the boss," he said diffidently, "an' if you're goin' to get that paper out, a little poem or two might help out considerable." "Meanin'?" interrogated Norton, his eyelashes flickering. Ace's face reddened painfully.
Not until now did he realize how full and satisfying those days had been. As he dismounted and tied his pony to one of the slender porch columns he smiled thinking of Norton's question during their discussion of Ace's poem. "Of course" the range boss had said "if she's any kind of a woman at all she's got him runnin'. But which way?"
The latter had assured the range boss that he appreciated the puncher's interest and would be glad to go over some of his poems. Therefore Hollis was not surprised when in the afternoon he saw Ace loping his pony down the Coyote trail toward the Hazelton cabin. Ace's approach was diffident, though ambition urged him on.
She had known this answer for a long time when she had read Ace's poem to him while sitting on the porch beside him, to be perfectly accurate. She had pretended then to take offense when he had assured her that Ace had succeeded in getting much truth into his lines, especially into the first couplet, which ran: "Woman she don't need no tutor, Be she school ma'am or biscuit shooter."
"But I have been thinking seriously of trying to reach your altitude." "Girl willin'?" queried Norton, as they rode down through a little gully, then up to a stretch of plain that brought them to the Coyote trail. "That's where I am all at sea," returned Hollis. He laughed. "I suppose you've read Ace's poem in the Kicker?" He caught Norton's nod and continued.
He ran from me," she added, amusement shining in her eyes, "and I should not like to think that any woman could appear so forbidding and mysterious as the darkness." Hollis had been scanning one of the poems in his hand. He smiled whimsically at Miss Hazelton as she concluded. "Here is Ace's opinion on that subject," he said.
Perhaps when I do have time to study them I may find some truth in Ace's effort." "Then women do not interest you?" She was looking down the Coyote trail. "Well, no," he said, thinking of the busy days of his past, and not being aware of the furtive, significant glance she threw toward him. "You see, there have always been so many important things to engage my attention."
"Well, for a winter's stake," chimed in Joe Box, "Ace's scheme is all right. We can get five hundred dollars out of a claim for simply staking it, and we know some good ones. That sized roll ought to winter a man with modest tastes." "You didn't know that I just came from Montana, did you, Tom?" asked Ace. "I can tell you more about that country than you want to know.
It was not a cold night; but pretty soon I thought of the quilts in the upper berth, and imitating Ace's cruelty, I called up to him fiercely, awakening him again. "Throw down that quilt," I said, "I want it." "You let me alone," whimpered Ace, but the quilt was thrown down on the deck, where I let it lie.
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