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"But dreams don't hurt, if you do your part whenever you are needed." "Bev and Bill Banney make fun of dreams," I said. "Yes, they don't have 'em; but Bev and Bill are ready when it comes to doing things. They are a good deal alike, daring, and a bit reckless sometimes, with good hard sense enough to keep them level." "Don't I do, too?" I inquired. "Yes, you do and dream, both.
But I reckon it's the best they've got. I'm tired enough to take what's offered and keep still," Bill Banney declared. I, too, wanted to keep still. I had only a faint memory of a real city. It must have been St. Louis, for there was a wharf, and a steamboat and a busy street, and soft voices speaking a foreign tongue.
Of course, Eloise was glad to find me there poor, hunted, frightened child! She would have been as glad, no doubt, to have found big Bill Banney or Rex Krane, and I had thought her eyes held something just for me that night. She had not seen Beverly at the chapel beside the San Christobal River, and to me she had not given even a parting glance when she went away.
At my uncle's words she looked up questioningly and I saw the bloom deepen on her cheek as she met the young man's eyes. Somebody else saw that shadow of a blush Bill Banney lying on the ground beside me, and although he pulled his hat cautiously over his face, I thought he was listening for the answer. The young New-Englander stared long at the green prairie before he spoke.
Twenty-four hours later Rex Krane left his bride, and he and Bill Banney and Beverly and I, under command of Jondo, started on our long trip overland to Santa Fé. And two of us carried some memories we hoped to lose when new scenes and certain perils should surround us. And you all know security Is mortal's chiefest enemy. In St.
The words did not sound like a joke, and there was little humor in the grim face. "'We' means Jondo, Banney, a young fellow from Kentucky " Uncle Esmond began. "Humph! Banney's father carried a gun at Fort Dearborn in 1812. I thought that young fellow came here for military service," the colonel commented, testily. "Rather say he came for adventure," Esmond Clarenden suggested.
And so it happened that Rex had stayed behind to care for Beverly's arrow wound when Bill Banney had gone out with Jondo on the Kiowa trail to search for me this side of Pawnee Rock. So also it happened that Rex had strolled down from Fort Marcy the night before, in time to see Beverly and the girl in the Mexican dress loitering along the brown front of La Garita.
She held up her hands. They were lacerated and bleeding. She slipped the bright blanket from her brown shoulder. It was bruised and swollen. "You go to Santa Fé? Take me. I do you good, not bad." "What would these Kiowas do to us, then?" It was Bill Banney who spoke. "They follow you kill you." "Oh, cheerful! I wish you were twins," Rex Krane said, softly. Jondo lifted his hand.
We pitched camp, and then listened to Beverly's story of the sweet and bitter waters of the trail that day. And all the while it seemed as if Bill Banney was just out of sight and might come galloping in at any moment. "You know what happened up the trail," my cousin said, sadly. "Bill was ahead of me and he drank first, and galloped back to warn me and beg me to come on for water.
We are ready to start right after supper," we declared. "Oh, I have other matters first," Uncle Esmond said. "Beverly, you must go up to Fort Leavenworth and arrange a lot of things with Banney for this trip. He's to go, too, because military escort is short this season." "Suits me!" Beverly declared. "Old Bill Banney and I always could get along together. And this infant here?"
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