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His head was large and covered with grizzled locks. He wore a short-cropped mustache and chin beard. His skin was brown, and his dark eyes beamed with a genial light. The cowboys were as cordial as if Dick had been their friend for years. "Young man, did you run into anything as you came out?" asked Belding, with twinkling eyes. "Why, yes, I met something white and swift flying by," replied Dick.
Belding did not believe so, but he was willing to give Chase the benefit of the doubt. "So you told my wife you'd respect her secret keep her dishonor from husband and daughter?" demanded Belding, his dark gaze sweeping back from the lane. "What! I I" stammered Chase. "You made your son swear to be a man and die before he'd hint the thing to Nell?" went on Belding, and his voice rang louder.
She's going to blow up!" "And she'll leave us flat on the play business," groaned Bobby. Hester came across the reception room to Laura with flashing eyes and her face mottled with rage. "What is that you say, Laura Belding?" she demanded. "I will repeat it," said Laura firmly. "The whole trouble is on your conscience. You deliberately led Miss Carrington astray." "Oh! I did, did I?"
These details of the Chase development were insignificant when compared to a matter striking close home to Belding. His responsibility had been subtly attacked. A doubt had been cast upon his capability of executing the duties of immigration inspector to the best advantage of the state. Belding divined that this was only an entering wedge.
"Ah, very well. Say to Mrs. Belding that I will come, with pleasure." Miss Matchin picked up her train as she reached the gate, picked up her train as she reached the gate, and walked down the street in a state of mind by no means tranquil. If she had put her thoughts in words they would have run like this: "That was the meanest trick a gentleman ever played.
The next afternoon Andy invited five of his special friends and several of his acquaintances to a little dinner party. Miss Starr, Billy Blow the clown, Midget, old Benares, Thacher, Luke Belding and Mark Hadley were his guests of honor. Andy had found a starting place in the circus for Mark, whose ambition was to become a great magician. They were a merry, friendly party.
The air was full of drowsy calls and twitters from the grass and the trees. The two ladies had been sitting ever since dinner, enjoying the warm air of the early summer, talking very little, and dropping often into long and contented silences. Mrs. Belding had condescended to grenadine in consideration of the weather, and so looked less funereal than usual.
Belding strode into view round the adobe shed. "Hey, Dick, that darned Yaqui Indian can't be driven or hired or coaxed to leave Forlorn River. He's well enough to travel. I offered him horse, gun, blanket, grub. But no go." "That's funny," replied Gale, with a smile. "Let him stay put him to work." "It doesn't strike me funny. But I'll tell you what I think.
Dick had learned, since he had become a ranger, to see everything with keen, sure, photographic eye; and, being put to the test so often required of him, he described the horses as a dark-colored drove, mostly bays and blacks, with one spotted sorrel. "Some of Carter's sure as you're born!" exclaimed Belding. "His bunch has been split up, divided among several bands of raiders.
For that matter, even I have made Sol put his nose before Dad's favorite." "I'd like to have seen that. Nell, aren't you ever going to ride with me?" "Some day when it's safe." "Safe!" "I I mean when the raiders have left the border." "Oh, I'm glad you mean that," said Dick, laughing. "Well, I've often wondered how Belding ever came to give Blanco Sol to me." "He was jealous.
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