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Updated: May 13, 2025
When they turned into the broad, blossom-bordered road that was the only thoroughfare of Pine the sun was setting red and gold behind the mountains. The horses were too tired for any more than a walk. Natives of the village, catching sight of Dale and Beeman, and the huge gray cat following like a dog, called excitedly to one another.
"And you've never seen the mysterious stranger since?" "There was nothing mysterious about him, I tell you. He was merely interesting." "Anyhow, you've never seen him since?" "No." "Nor had any word from him other than that telephone talk you say you had with him?" "No." "Did you ever make any inquiries with a view to finding out whether there was such a person as this Mrs. Beeman Watrous?"
Then Dale rode to Show Down and Pine, and the camp of the Beemans' and with them he trailed some wild horses for a hundred miles, over into New Mexico. The snow was flying when Dale got back to his camp in the mountains. And there was Pedro, gaunt and worn, overjoyed to welcome him home. Roy Beeman visited Dale that October and told that Dale's friend in Snowdrop had not been able to keep Pedro.
Frats are a good thing all right, but they stir up more trouble in a college than a Turk's nine wives can make for him. Ashcroft was president of the council. He was an Alfalfa Delt. So was Evans. Ashcroft hung out for Evans like a bulldog hanging to a tramp. Beeman, a council member, was a Sigh Whoop and so was Petersen.
The truth is that my uncle took Beasley up when he was a poor, homeless boy." "So my old dad says," replied Roy. "But what's right don't always prevail in these parts." "Roy, you're the keenest man I've met since I came West. Tell me what you think will happen." Beeman appeared flattered, but he hesitated to reply. Helen had long been aware of the reticence of these outdoor men.
Quite suddenly he remembered how far he had walked and how hungry he was and with equal suddenness forgot his pressing necessity for setting off again. He sat down on the three-legged stool that the Beeman offered him, sampled the hot biscuit and the cold drink, and breathed a deep, involuntary sigh of content.
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