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Belding's departure that Belding discovered in Nell a condition of mind that amazed and distressed him. She had suddenly become strangely wretched, so that she could not conceal it from even the Gales, who, of all people, Belding imagined, were the ones to make Nell proud. She would tell him nothing.
Gale and his family are leaving, and my daughter is going with them. I'd rather you'd wait a little." "Nell going away!" exclaimed Radford Chase. He reminded Belding of an overgrown boy in disappointment. "Yes. But Miss Burton to you, young man " "Mr. Belding, I certainly would prefer a conference with you right now," interposed the elder Chase, cutting short Belding's strange speech.
And Jim talked about what a grand thing that was. Ladd had a good deal to say about Belding's horses. It took no keen judge of human nature to see that horses constituted Ladd's ruling passion. "I've had wimmen go back on me, but never no hoss!" declared Ladd, and manifestly that was a controlling truth with him. "Shore it's a cinch Beldin' is agoin' to lose some of them hosses," he said.
I had kept up no correspondence with Trevanion subsequent to the letter that occasioned Guy Belding's visit; I wrote now to congratulate him: his reply was short and hurried. An intelligence that startled me more, and more deeply moved my heart, was conveyed to me, some three months or so before my departure, by Trevanion's steward.
"The gods are good to me to-day." "Yes?" Her voice was very uncertain. "I've found something for which I've been looking for years past." Belding's brows furrowed. There was that in Clark's manner which baffled him. Elsie seemed more than ever dainty and desirable in this unusual setting. Had Clark seen this too? "I'm so glad." The girl's eyes were very soft. The two went home rather silently.
Ladd again refused to ride one of Belding's whites. He was quick and cold. "Get me a long-range rifle an' lots of shells. Rustle now," he said. "Laddy, you don't want to be weighted down?" protested Belding. "Shore I want a gun that'll outshoot the dinky little carbines an' muskets used by the rebels. Trot one out an' be quick." "I've got a .405, a long-barreled heavy rifle that'll shoot a mile.
The other mare, Blanca Mujer, was dazzling white, without a spot, perfectly pointed, racy, graceful, elegant, yet carrying weight and brawn and range that suggested her relation to her forebears. The cowboys admitted some of Belding's claims for Diablo, but they gave loyal and unshakable allegiance to Blanco Sol.
When the lumberman finished he again unrolled the big map, but this time instead of the wavering red pencil line, there was the bold demarcation of a much greater area, which Belding's draughtsman had plotted in professional style. In the middle of it was the territory Baudette had previously indicated. "I thought we'd better be safe, and got this from the Government.
Then she went to Mercedes's room. But Nell was not there, either. "She's in one of her tantrums lately," said Belding. "Wouldn't speak to me this morning. Let her alone, mother. She's spoiled enough, without running after her. She's always hungry. She'll be on hand presently, don't mistake me." Notwithstanding Belding's conviction, which Gale shared, Nell did not appear at all during the hour.
Farnham gazed after her a moment, admiring the undulating line from the small hat to the long and narrow train which dragged on the smooth stones of the walk. He then returned to the library. Budsey was mending the fire. "If you please, sir," he said, "Mrs. Belding's man came over to ask, would you dine there this evening, quite informal." "Why didn't he come in?" "I told him you were engaged."
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