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He hired a couple of trustworthy Mexicans to ride the boundary line, and he settled down to think of ranching and irrigation and mining projects. Every morning he expected to receive some word form Sonoyta or Yuma, telling him that Yaqui had guided his party safely across the desert. Belding was simple-minded, a man more inclined to action than reflection.
The dark eyes of Alice Belding were full of that vivid happiness which strange and charming things bring to intelligent girlhood. She was looking with all her soul, and her breath was quick and high, and her soft red lips were parted and tremulous.
Presently the bishop caught the young engineer's eyes and beckoned. "Mr. Belding," he said, smiling, "I'm aware that you're very much occupied just now with important things, but I've been wondering, just the same, if you'd help me with something." "What is it, Bishop?" "I want a pro-cathedral, which is, as you know, that which does instead of a cathedral.
When Belding and Gale hurried forth again the rangers were tending the tired horses. Upon returning to the house Jim Lash calmly lit his pipe, and Ladd declared that, hungry as he was, he had to tell his story. "Shore, Beldin'," began Ladd, "that was funny about Diablo catchin' Blanco Sol. Funny ain't the word. I nearly laughed myself to death. Well, I rode in Sol's tracks all the way to Casita.
On the afternoon of the following day Ladd unexpectedly appeared leading a lame and lathered horse into the yard. Belding and Gale, who were at work at the forge, looked up and were surprised out of speech. The legs of the horse were raw and red, and he seemed about to drop.
Belding observed the omission of the father in Nell's exclamation of mingled delight and alarm. "His mother!" went on Nell. "Oh, I knew it! I always guessed it! Dick's people are proud, rich; they're somebody. I thought I'd faint when she looked at me. She was just curious curious, but so cold and proud. She was wondering about me. I'm wearing his ring. It was his mother's, he said.
It must have been a moment of intense feeling for the Spanish girl. She owed it to him that she had life and love and happiness. She held out those speaking slender hands. But Yaqui did not touch them. Turning away, he mounted the broncho and rode down the trail toward the river. "He's going home," said Belding. "Home!" whispered Ladd; and Dick knew the ranger felt the resurging tide of memory.
Where have you been?" "Over at the rapids. And, Jim, see what Mr. Clark gave me." "Gold?" he said sharply. "Yes, isn't it wonderful?" "Who found it?" "One of Mr. Clark's prospectors, Fisette." "And who told you?" "Mr. Clark himself." The girl had a sudden sense of discomfort. Why was Belding so inquisitive? "I haven't heard anything about it," he said shortly.
Belding found in the gallery overlooking the big gymnasium floor many of her neighbors, church friends, or fellow club-members. "I've been trying to get here for months," one stout lady confided to the Market Street jeweler's wife; "but it does seem to me I never have a minute to spare. But Lluella says that I must come now, for the term is ending. That's Lluella over yonder jumping on that mat.
The others got through their recitations as best they could until lunch hour. Jess and Bobby caught up with Laura on the street when the latter went out for her customary walk. "Oh, Laura! What shall we do?" almost wept Jess. "Only two days! Nobody can learn that part not even as good as Hester knew it before Friday night." At that moment Chet Belding appeared from around the corner.
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