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"When you cowpunchers do get in, you surely make Rome howl," one of the deputies agreed, with a grin. "Been in to the Butte lately?" The Texan met his grin. "It ain't been so long." "Well, you ain't liable to get in again for a while," Arlie said emphatically. "Come on, Bud, we've got to be moving." "Which way is Dead Cow Creek?" one of the men called after them.
They stayed through the day, and ate dinner at the tail of the chuck wagon with the cattlemen. The light of the camp fires, already blazing in the nipping night air, shone brightly. The ranger rode back with her to the ranch, but next morning he asked Arlie if she could lend him an old pair of chaps discarded by her father. She found a pair for him.
"He is here to get a man wanted in Texas, a man hiding in this valley right now." "I don't believe it," she returned quickly. "And if he is, that's not your business or mine. It's his duty, isn't it?" "I ain't discussing that. You know the law of the valley, Arlie." "I don't accept that as binding, Jed. Lots of people here don't.
Time crept slowly, but it could hardly have been a quarter of an hour later that she heard the galloping of horses. "It is Dick!" she cried joyfully, and, running to the door, she unbolted and unlocked it just as France dragged Teddy to a halt and flung himself to the ground. The young man gave a shout of gladness at sight of her. "Is it all right, Arlie?" "Yes. That is I don't know.
Jed looked up, and for the first time observed the man behind her. Instantly the gayety was sponged from his face. "Who is it?" she asked. "That man from Texas." Arlie felt the blood sting her cheeks. The musicians were just starting a waltz. She leaned slightly toward Jed, and said, in a low voice: "Did you ask me to dance this with you?" He had not, but he did now.
Thought I'd run over and say 'Thank you' to my nurse." "I'll call auntie," she said quickly. He shook his head. "Not necessary, Miss Arlie. I settled up with her. I was thinking of the nurse that ran off and left me." She was beginning to recover herself. "You want to thank her for leaving while there was still hope," she said, with a quick little smile. "Why did you do it?
For she noticed that he walked with a limp. "I reckon I can stand the grief without an amputation. Arlie, I got something to tell you." She looked at him in her direct fashion and waited. "It's about your new friend." He drew from a pocket some leaves torn out of a magazine. His finger indicated a picture. "Ever see that gentleman before?" The girl looked at it coolly. "It seems to be Mr.
"You're to sit down," she ordered, without looking up from the sheaf of anemone blossoms she was arranging. He sank down beside her, aware vaguely of something new and poignant in his life. Suddenly a footfall, and a voice: "Hello, Arlie! I been looking for you everywhere."
From where they rode there drifted to him occasionally the sound of the gay voices of the young people. It struck him for the first time that he was getting old. Arlie could not be over eighteen, and Dick perhaps twenty-one. Maybe young people like that thought a fellow of twenty-seven a Methusaleh.
Arlie Dillon knew exactly how to cross this difficult region. She knew the Cedar Mountain district as a grade teacher knows her arithmetic. In daylight or in darkness, with or without a trail, she could have traveled almost a bee line to the point she wanted. Her life had been spent largely in the saddle at least that part of it which had been lived outdoors.
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