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"I've ended negotiations with them, and I'm sorry I ever tried to do business. But it will be all right. They can do business in their own way, and we'll do ours as we please. I'll look into the irrigation possibilities on your property now, Mr. Carson. We'll not hear anything more from the Molick outfit." But Mr. Bellmore failed to reckon on the mean characters of the Molick father and son.
Carson for the destruction of the dam, but it would take some time to settle this, since many questions were involved. In turn Mr. Carson sued the owner of Centre O ranch for shutting off the water supply. Mr. Carson, Dave and Mr. Bellmore also went before the Grand Jury and gave information about having seen Len starting a prairie fire.
"I'm a good waiter," Dave told him. Then, speaking to Crow, he galloped off through the gathering darkness. On reaching the ranch Dave found that Mr. Bellmore was very comfortable. Mr. Carson had applied rough and ready, but effective treatment to the injured ankle, and the two men were deep in a talk of irrigation matters when Dave entered the room. "Back again, son?" remarked Mr.
"You have! What do you mean? Seems to me, if I were you, with the kind of a father you have, and a dandy ranch like this I'd be the happiest fellow on " "I haven't any father!" burst out Dave. "And that's the trouble. Oh, it's just as Len Molick said I'm a nameless nobody!" and his voice choked and broke. Mr. Bellmore rode his horse over beside Crow.
"It will be best so," said Mr. Bellmore. A little later Pocus Pete and one of the cowboys returned, to report that the fence had been repaired. "Where's Gimp?" asked Dave, referring to the other cowpuncher who had ridden with him. "Oh, he stayed there on guard. Thought it best t' leave him there to- night anyhow," the foreman said to Mr. Carson. "I understand," was the answer.
Fischer-Suympkins scuttled the ship before she left. She knocked a whole plank out of the bottom with a hod. My mother is grieving herself ill about it. Can't you manage to see a ghost for us while you are here, Mrs. Bellmore a bang-up, swell ghost, with a coronet on his head and a cheque book under his arm?" "That was a naughty old lady, Terence," said Mrs. Bellmore, "to tell such stories.
A little later they came within sight of the ranch buildings, which were glowing in the rays of the setting sun. "What a fine place!" exclaimed Mr. Bellmore. "Yes, I like it," Dave made answer. Then a pang seemed to shoot through him. What if he had to leave the place? He could not count on always staying there, as he might have done had he been Mr. Carson's son.
"Oh, yes, that's all right," assented Dave, and still his voice had no ring to it. "Mr. Molick is influential all right too much so, at times." "You don't seem to like him," said Mr. Bellmore. "I wish you would be frank with me. I am a stranger in these parts, and I have to depend on residents here for my information, and, in a large part, for my success. I know nothing about the Molicks."
To-day he had ridden out in the chuck wagon to witness the round-up. "Locating a good place to plant an irrigation scheme is child's play compared to this cattle business" went on Mr. Bellmore. "Still I suppose you get more or less used to it." "In a way, yes," said Pocus Pete, who rode up just then. "But there are always some things you never can count on.
A large number would be shipped away, and others would be scattered over the ranch on ranges where the water supply could not be tampered with by Jason Molick. "Thinking of a storm?" asked Mr. Bellmore, for a midnight storm will sometimes stampede a bunch of cattle more quickly than anything else. "Well, I don't like the look of the sky," the ranchman said. "But it may blow over."
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