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Though his flannel shirt gaped where the thorns had torn it, and the polka-dot bandanna round his throat was discolored with sweat, he was as blithely debonair as ever. "That's Dick France. He's a great friend of mine," Arlie explained. "Dick's in luck," Fraser commented, but whether because he was enjoying himself so thoroughly or because he was her friend the ranger did not explain.
Briscoe, having finished cinching, swung to his saddle and rode up to say good-by to Arlie. "Hope you'll have no trouble with this bunch. If you push right along you'd ought to get home by night," he told her. Arlie agreed carelessly. "I don't expect any trouble with them. So-long, Jed."
The light was beginning to fail, but he made out a man's figure crouched among the small pines on the shoulder of Bald Knob. Dick jerked out his revolver as he rode back, and fired twice. He was quite out of pistol range, but he wanted the man in ambush to see that help was at hand. He saw Arlie fling herself from her pony in time to support the Texan just as he sank to the ground.
Lee snorted. "Well, I'd be ashamed of him if he didn't. If he lets a nice, clean, flesh wound put him out of business he don't deserve to live. Don't worry any about him, young lady. Say, I wish I had zwei beer right now, Arlie." "You mean it? You're not just saying it to please me?" "Of course, I mean it," he protested indignantly. "I wish I had three."
The man is above medium height, well built and muscular, and carries all the earmarks of a desperate character." Arlie glanced up from her reading to smile at Fraser. "Dad and I are miscreants, and you are a ruffian and a desperate character," she told him gayly. "Go on, honey," her father urged.
Dad wasn't at home. You know, the round-up is on now and he has to be there. So I saddled, and came right away." "That was right good of you." "Wasn't it?" There was a softened, almost tender, jeer in her voice. "Since you only saved our lives!" "I ain't claiming all that, Miss Arlie." "Then I'll claim it for you. I suppose you gave yourself up to them and explained how it was after we left."
At least, that's my guess. He wouldn't have been here to-night if he hadn't figured Fraser too sick to come. Watch him duck when he learns the ranger's here." At the first opportunity Arlie signaled to Dick that she wanted to see him. Fraser, she observed, was no longer in the dancing rooms. Dick took her out from the hot room to the porch. "Let's walk a little, Dick.
A shadow crossed one pane, the shadow of a head in profile, and pushed itself forward till shoulders, arm, and poised revolver covered the lower sash. Very, very slowly the head itself crept into sight. Arlie fired and screamed simultaneously.
I decided not to wait and see whether he was lying. I wrenched a bar from the window, lowered myself by my bedding, flew the coop, and borrowed a horse. That's the whole story, ma'am, except that Miss Arlie brought me here to hide me." "Read aloud what the paper says," Dillon ordered. His sister handed the Avalanche to her niece.
He was one of the few men in the valley who knew how to waltz well, and music and rhythm always brought out in him a gay charm women liked. His lithe grace, his assurance, his ease of manner and speech, always differentiated him from the other ranchmen. No wonder rumor had coupled his name with that of Arlie as her future husband.
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