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The two plotters had rekindled the fire and were whispering together about her. Had Pete had his way he would have tied Frances' hands and feet. But the ex-cowpuncher of the Bar-T ranch would not listen to that. Although Pete was the leading spirit, Ratty M'Gill turned ugly when his mate attempted to touch the girl; so they had left her unbound. But not unwatched no, indeed!
"My father's," she corrected, smiling. "And only a small herd. Not more than two thousand head in that bunch." "I'd call two thousand cows a whole lot," Pratt sighed. "Not for us. Remember, the Bar-T has been in the past one of the great cattle ranches of the West. Daddy is getting old now and cannot attend to so much work." "But you seem to know all about it," said Pratt, with enthusiasm.
She saw him start for the corral, and suddenly showed emotion. "Oh, Pratt!" she cried, weakly. The young man did not hear her. Should she shout louder for him? She paled and then grew rosy red. Should she run after him? Should she tell him the truth about that chest? "Do come in the house, Miss Frances," urged Mrs. Peckham. And the girl from the Bar-T obeyed her and allowed Pratt to go.
I told him he could get chuck and a sleep. Savvy?" "Jes so, Clapen," said Ming, softly, and shuffled out. It was evident that the tramp was on the Captain's mind. Pratt believed there must be some special reason for the old ranchman's worrying over marauders about the Bar-T.
Only the cracking of the dry branch, as he climbed up, had betrayed him. "I wish he had come this way," thought Frances. "I might have seen what he looked like. Surely, we have no man on the ranch who would do such a thing. Can it be that father is right? Did the fellow who hailed us to-night come here to the Bar-T for some bad purpose?" She waited several minutes by her window.
Although he had a very vigorous voice, he showed his age and his state of ill health when he began to move about. "But we'll fix all that, Lon," the Captain assured him. "Once we get you out to the Bar-T we'll build you up in a jiffy. We'll get you out of doors. Humph! soldiers' home, indeed! Why, you've got a long stretch of life ahead of you yet. I've beat out old Mr.
He seemed to know that Ratty had not come here to the ford for love of him. "Wal, old man! I tried to go to headquarters. Went in to see the Cap. Nothing doing. If the gal had canned me, that was enough. So he said, and so Sam Harding said. I'm through at the Bar-T." "That's a nice thing," snarled Pete. "And just as I got up a scheme to use you there!" "Mebbe you can use me now," grunted Ratty.
I ain't welcome at the Bar-T, and I know it." He leaped into his saddle and spurred his horse away, quickly getting out of sight. Frances knew that the letter he carried, and which Pete had written, was to her father.
"Would Ellis come by that trail?" she queried. "And why doesn't he stop to pass the time of day with us?" "That's so!" agreed Mack. "It couldn't be Bob, for he'd know these mules, and he ain't been to the Bar-T for quite a spell. I dunno who that kin be, then, Miss Frances."
A breach made in a fence in one night by some active young bull would allow a Bar-T herd and some of Bill Edwards' cattle, for instance, to become associated. To try to separate the cattle every time such a thing happened would give the punchers more than they could do. The cattle thus associated were allowed to run together until the round-up.
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