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"Look out, Dave!" yelled Mr. Bellmore. "He'll toss you!" The engineer sent his horse on the run toward Dave, but it is doubtful if the Chicago man could have done anything, not being an expert in handling the rope. But Skinny had seen Dave's danger, and with a yell he took after the second steer.
But when he does," he added reflectively, "then he'd better look out." "I hope I sha'n't have started a quarrel," put in Mr. Bellmore. "Don't worry," laughed Dave. "It doesn't take much to start a quarrel with the Molicks. Maybe it'll not amount to anything, anyhow. Say, but he is putting up some fence all right!"
"I'm sleeping in the ghost-chamber," said Mrs. Bellmore, pensively. "But it's so nice I wouldn't change it, even if I were afraid, which I'm not. It wouldn't do for me to submit a counter story of a desirable, aristocratic shade, would it? I would do so, with pleasure, but it seems to me it would be too obviously an antidote for the other narrative to be effective."
It soon resolved itself into Dave, leading a number of cowboys who bore picks and shovels rather unusual implements for cowpunchers. On they came, hard-riding, singing and shouting, eager for the fray. They outnumbered the Centre O outfit. "Well, since you won't open the dam, we'll have to do it for you," went on Mr. Bellmore. "Lively, boys!" he called, as Dave and his friends rode up.
Then he related his story how he had lived as a boy in the town where, later, the flood came and swept away the Bellmore home, taking Dave with it. The future engineer was away at the time of the disaster, and he knew nothing of the particulars of the rush of the waters, save what relatives told him afterward. "But they said my whole family was drowned, including my little brother," he went on.
"Looks as if something was going on," commented Mr. Bellmore, as they approached the place where the Molick dam had been rebuilt. "Yes, there's a crowd there, anyhow," agreed Dave. "And some of them are on our land, too!" he exclaimed, excitedly. "Now take it easy," advised his friend. "This matter must take a legal course, since we have started it that way. Keep cool."
The others would be scattered over the different grazing ranges Mr. Carson owned. "And then we'll take up this water fight," said Mr. Bellmore. "If I had my papers here I could begin some preliminary work now." "What you folks most need is a rest," said Mr. Carson. "You've been up the best part of the night, fighting fire, and on this chase.
Carson fight the Molick crowd. After a number of suits had been started Molick brought an action against the engineer for breach of contract. "He claims I promised to go into the water matter with him, and then backed out," said Mr. Bellmore. "Well, I did nothing of the sort. I might have gone in with him, if you had not warned me, though Mr. Carson."
"Look at him go!" murmured Mr. Bellmore, who half rose from a pile of blankets to watch the antics of the steer. "Yes, that boy of mine can ride!" said Mr. Carson, who was looking on. A tender look came into his eyes. No one looking at him would have suspected that, only a comparatively short time before, he had confessed to this same lad that there was no real relationship between them.
Bellamy Bellmore arched a sympathetic eyebrow. Thus she expressed condolence and a generous amount of apparent surprise. "Fancy her telling everywhere," recapitulated Mrs. Kinsolving, "that she saw a ghost in the apartment she occupied here our choicest guest-room a ghost, carrying a hod on its shoulder the ghost of an old man in overalls, smoking a pipe and carrying a hod!
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