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He had ordered his men to carry guns, and if Blenham or another man were detected driving off his cattle, to shoot and to shoot to kill. But the next day he returned to the home ranch. He trusted his cowboys all but Barbee, and in Barbee's case he was not sure what to think and it was only too clear to him that there were enough men there to cope with the situation without his interference.
"Go on!" said Sammy, bright color in her cheeks. I mean Miss Alma Fay. You don't know her. She is Lucy Barbee's cousin. Lucy and I had a great case years ago, and she and Tom asked me up to their house a few weeks ago, and Alma was staying with Lucy. Well, I took her to the Hallowe'en dance, and it was a keen dance, the swellest we ever had at the hall.
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.
They noted Barbee's roan at its hitching-rail; further they glimpsed through a thirsty-looking dusty vine that which Barbee had glimpsed before them. Some one wearing cool, laundered white was out upon the side porch; Barbee's voice, young and eager, low yet vibrant, bespoke Barbee's proximity to the Someone. 'The widow. said Carr. He looked at Howard. 'I'll bet you a hat it's Mrs. Murray, Al.
In the woods, we passed another camp our men destroyed, while the torn branches above testified to the number of shells our men had braved to do the work. Next to Mr. Barbee's were the remains of a third camp that was burned; and a few more steps made me suddenly hold my breath, for just before us lay a dead horse with the flesh still hanging, which was hardly endurable.
But they're gone. Five big steers." For a moment their eyes, Steve's as hard as Barbee's, held steady and unwinking in a deeply probing gaze. "Barbee," said Steve after a little, "remember the night Blenham tried to bribe you with a thousand-dollar bill?" Barbee flushed and nodded. "I get you," he said quietly. "Think he's bought me up, maybe?" "I don't know what to think.
Translated into words Barbee's merry notes were: "Oh, I don't give a damn for no damn man that don't give a damn for me!" Blenham understood and scowled at him; Bill Royce's hesitant soul may have drawn comfort and strength from a sympathy wordlessly expressed. At any rate his reply came suddenly now: "I've took a good deal off'n you, Blenham," he said quietly. "I'd be glad to take all I could.
At least for the moment, and after all that is about all that life is, the instant that it is passing. When Longstreet called to him he grunted in disgust. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and spat out the cold stump of his cigarette. It was Barbee's natural way to swing along with his hat far back, so that he might see the stars.
It was the ace of clubs; not a better card in the deck! He lifted his face and beamed; it was a good start. And this time the emotion registered in his frank eye was that of a guileless old gentleman who has an ace in the hole. There was no misreading that triumphant gleam. Again the cards fell gently from Barbee's practised hand, each of the four faces up this time.
"You better listen in on it now while we're alone." Packard returned to his chair, made his own smoke, and said quietly: "Go to it, Bill. I'm listening." "Barbee's gone, ain't he? An' the door shut?" "Yes."
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