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No need for him to say he had never before been spoken to like that! "You may have to stay here with me for weeks maybe months if we've the bad luck to get snowed in," he said, slowly, as if startled at this deduction. "You're safe here. No sheep-thief could ever find this camp. I'll take risks to get you safe into Al's hands.
Help from the living was scanty, for most of the samurai-families of kin were in like distress. But when there was nothing left to sell, not even Al's little school-books, help was sought from the dead. For it was remembered that the father of Al's father had been buried with his sword, the gift of a daimyo; and that the mountings of the weapon were of gold.
Madeline heard a woman exclaim: "Gene! here when there's a dance in town! Something wrong out on the range." A light flared up and shone bright through a window. In another moment there came a patter of soft steps, and the door opened to disclose a woman holding a lamp. "Gene! Al's not " "Al is all right," interrupted the cowboy.
"Well, I wonder if you knew a fellow I knew at training camp, a kid named Fuselli from 'Frisco?" "Knew him! Jesus, man, he's the best friend I've got.... Ye don't know where he is now, do you?" "I saw him here in Paris two months ago." "Well, I'll be damned.... God, that's great!" Al's voice was staccato from excitement. "So you knew Dan at training camp?
Away down the open edge of the park came a string of pack-burros with mounted men behind. In the foremost rider Helen recognized Roy Beeman. "That first one's Roy!" she exclaimed. "I'd never forget him on a horse.... Bo, it must mean Uncle Al's come!" "Sure! We're born lucky.
As Al sold no mixed drinks Sam was compelled to know nothing the bartender's art and stood all day handing out Al's poisonous stuff and the foaming glasses of beer the workingmen drank in the evening. Of the men coming in at the side door, a shoe merchant, a grocer, the proprietor of a restaurant, and a telegraph operator interested Sam most.
She's been disappointed times enough before, poor woman. . . . There, Cap'n Lote, don't let's talk about it any more. Please don't get the notion that I'm askin' for pity or anything like that. And don't think I'm comparin' what I call my fight to the real one like Al's. There's nothin' much heroic about me, eh? No, no, I guess not. Tell that to look at me, eh?"
"Say, you sure enough played hell all around, bringin' Brit Hunter's girl to the Sawtooth!" he began, chuckling as if he had some secret joke. "Where'd you pick her up, Lone? She claims you found her at Rock City. That right?" "No, it ain't right," Lone denied promptly, his dark eyes meeting Al's glance steadily. "I found her in that gulch away this side.
It was another team filled with harvesters trying to pass, and not succeeding. The fellows in the other wagon hooted and howled and cracked the whip, but Al's little bays kept them behind until Lime protested, "Oh, let 'em go, Al," and then with a shout of glee the team went by and left them in a cloud of dust. "Say, boys," said Bill, "that was Pat Sheehan and the Nagle boys.
It'll be some fun to see Nels an' Monty when Link comes flyin' along." "I wish Al had stayed to meet them," said Madeline. Her brother had rather hurried a shipment of cattle to California: and it was Madeline's supposition that he had welcomed the opportunity to absent himself from the ranch. "I am sorry he wouldn't stay," replied Florence. "But Al's all business now. And he's doing finely.
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