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Gale there was something else which Belding took for pride. It pleased him. Looking back, he remembered some of the things Dick had confessed his father thought of him. Belding's sympathy had always been with the boy. But he had learned to like the old man, to find him kind and wise, and to think that perhaps college and business had not brought out the best in Richard Gale.
Belding's old herder!... The Indian points this way then down. He's showing Rojas the lay of the trail." "Boys, Yaqui's in range of that bunch," said Jim, swiftly. "He's raisin' his rifle slow Lord, how slow he is!... He's covered some one. Which one I can't say. But I think he'll pick Rojas." "The Yaqui can shoot. He'll pick Rojas," added Gale, grimly.
Belding's voice, and he had to speak twice before Bobby heard him. "Turn it over!" The grocer's daughter did so. The other side of the bill was the face of a hundred-dollar bank-note! At this there certainly was a hullabaloo in and around the office. Mr. Belding could scarcely make himself heard again. He was annoyed. "What is the matter with that bank-note?
Belding's agony, the reason for her departure; he saw what had been driving Nell; and it seemed that all the dogs of hell were loosed within his heart. He struck out blindly, instinctively in his pain, and the blow sent Ben Chase staggering into the fence corner. Then he stretched forth a long arm and whirled Radford Chase back beside his father. "I see it all now," went on Belding, hoarsely.
Laddy choked off a laugh, then evidently slapped his knee or Belding's, for there was a resounding smack. "He's a fine-spoken, good-looking chap, you said?" went on Belding. "Shore he is," said Laddy, warmly. "What do you say, Jim?" By this time Dick Gale's ears began to burn and he was trying to make himself deaf when he wanted to hear every little word.
Whose face was this now close before him a long thin, shrunken face, haggard, tragic in its semblance of torture, almost of death? But the eyes were keen and kind. Belding thought wildly that they proved he was not dreaming. "I shore am glad to see you all," said a well-remembered voice in a slow, cool drawl. LADD, Lash, Thorne, Mercedes, they were all held tight in Belding's arms.
They slipped away in the confusion of the second rush, and made their way through the garden to Mrs. Belding's. They tried the door, and, finding it locked, they tore off the shutters and broke the windows, and made their way into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Belding and Alice were sitting.
Belding's favorite was almost all the world to him, and he swore Diablo could stand more heat and thirst and cactus than any other horse he owned, and could run down and kill any horse in the Southwest. The fact that Ladd did not agree with Belding on these salient points was a great disappointment, and also a perpetual source for argument.
The villagers were pretty badly frightened. Many of the poorly constructed adobe huts had crumbled almost into dust. A great yellow cloud, like smoke, hung over the river. This appeared to be at the upper end of Belding's plot, and close to the river. When he reached his fence the smoke and dust were so thick he could scarcely breathe, and for a little while he was unable to see what had happened.
But, cool and tried as was his courage, he could not help remembering, with something like dread, that Mrs. Belding's house was next to his own, and that in case of riot the two might suffer together. "There is one thing more I wanted to say," Mr. Temple continued, with a slight embarrassment. "If I can be of any service to you, in case of a row, I want to be allowed to help."
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