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For a brief instant he turned his eyes away from her and gazed after a herd that was moving slowly toward the north, Barbee and the other boys heading again toward the home range. But, no matter what rage and sullen chagrin lay in his heart, his eyes, returning to Terry, showed that already her coming had worked its change. He appeared almost content. "Are you going to shake hands?" he asked.
Howard wondered if it were there because the odd sadness of a forsaken town had tinged her spirit with its own weird melancholy; or if she had been disturbed by word of Jim Courtot. Barbee had spoken quietly, but Helen might have heard. They rode in silence until Sanchia's Town was lost behind a ridge.
And then, quite as though their destiny wished it made plain that not yet had the time come for them to devote exclusively to themselves, Barbee rode down toward them, spurring through the last of the fleeing herd, shouting: "There's a dozen men ridin' this way an' ridin' like ! An' the firelight's shinin' on their guns; every man's totin' one.
The order of march was as follows: The Legion was on the right, its flank covered by the Maumee. On the left hovered a brigade of mounted Kentucky volunteers under Brigadier-General Todd. In the rear was another brigade of the same kind of troops under Brigadier-General Barbee. In advance of the Legion rode a select battalion of mounted Kentuckians under Major Price.
Then, when they had come back to their own house, they noted down their observation in their diary of treatment. Their suave manners captivated everyone. However, Bouvard was liked better, and his reputation spread as far as Falaise, where he had cured La Barbée, the daughter of Père Barbée, a retired captain of long standing.
It further devolved that Barbee had long been one of Carr's best horsemen, hence a favourite of Carr, who loved good horses, and that he had accompanied his employer merely to help drive over to the ranch a small herd of colts which had been included in the sale but had not until now been delivered.
The frightened horse was plunging, running, dragging a man whose body was whipped this way and that. "I promised a long time ago," whispered Barbee, "that I'd get you, Blenham." "Guy Little!" The old man's voice boomed out mightily as the old man himself strode back and forth impatiently in the big barn-like library of his ranch home.
Two days later Barbee reported to him again. The boy's face was haggard and drawn, his eyes burned sullenly. "Six head more gone!" he announced defiantly. His look said plainly: "What are you going to say about it? They're gone." "So you've turned cattle-thief, have you, Barbee?" was what Steve said. A sickly flush stained Barbee's hollow cheeks. "No!" he snapped hotly. "I ain't. But "
Instead he saw a young girl of a little less than Barbee's age, roguish-eyed, black-haired, red-mouthed, plump and saucy. Her sleeves were up; her arms were brown and round; there was flour on them. 'Where are the Longstreets, Barbee? asked Howard. 'Gone, announced Barbee cheerfully. And as though that closed the matter to his entire satisfaction, he demanded: 'Come on, Pet; be a good kid.
Mère Varin, to hide her tumour, wore a shawl with many folds. Père Lemoine, his feet stockingless in his old shoes, had his crutches under his knees; and La Barbée, who wore her Sunday clothes, looked exceedingly pale. At the opposite side of the tree were other persons.
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