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"I saw Cliff leave camp, but I didn't think anything of it. Why should he jump Norcross?" "I suppose Mrs. Belden filled him with distrust of Berrie. He was already jealous, and when he came up with them and found them lunching together, he lost his head and rushed at Wayland like a wild beast.
I want to talk with her alone." Wayland went back to the women with an air of victory. "He wants to see you, Berrie. He's mellowing. Don't be afraid of him." She might have resented the father's lack of gallantry; but she did not. On the contrary, she rose and walked resolutely over to where he sat, quite ready to defend herself.
But Berrie was now too deep in her own desolation to care what he said or did. She kissed the cold lips of the still youth, murmuring passionately: "I don't care to live without you I shall go with you!" Belden's hand was on her wrist before she could raise her weapon. "Don't, for God's sake, don't do that! He may not be dead." She responded but dully to the suggestion. "No, no. He's gone.
Young Norcross, much as he admired Berrie, was not seeking to exchange her favor for her lover's enmity, and he rode away with an uneasy feeling of having innocently made trouble for himself, as well as for a fine, true-hearted girl. "What a good friendly talk we were having," he said, regretfully, "and to think she is to marry that big, scowling brute.
Then he's got a vicious slant against all this conservation business calls it tommy-rot. He and your father might lock horns first crack out of the box. But I'll risk it. I'll wire him at once." A knock at the door interrupted him, and Mrs. McFarlane's voice, filled with new excitement, called out: "Berrie, the District office is on the wire."
Frank Meeker was in the office, and as he both feared and disliked this big contemptuous young cattleman, he set to work to make him jealous. "You want to watch this one-lung boarder of ours," he warned, with a grin. "He's been writing to Berrie, and he's just gone down to see her. His highfalutin ways, and his fine white hands, have put her on the slant."
"Where's McFarlane? We were to meet him here. Didn't he come over with you?" "We started together, but the horses got away, and he was obliged to go back after them. He also is likely to turn up soon." "I am frightfully hungry," interrupted the girl. "Can't you hand me out a hunk of bread and meat? We've been riding since daylight." Berrie suddenly appeared at the door.
The others were merely hired hands, but they all eyed the new-comer with disfavor. The fact that Berrie had brought him and that she seemed interested in him added to the effect of the smart riding-suit which he wore. "I'd like to roll him in the creek," muttered one of them to his neighbor.
What I've seen of them. I wouldn't mind serving under a man like Landon. He's fine." Upon this pleasant conference Cliff Belden unexpectedly burst. Pushing the door open with a slam, he confronted Berrie with dark and angry face. "Why, Cliff, where did you come from?" she asked, rising in some confusion. "I didn't hear you ride up." "Apparently not," he sneeringly answered.
The sun rose clear and warm, and the fire, the coffee, put new courage into him as well as into the others, and while the morning was yet early and the forest chill and damp with rain, the surveyor brought up the horses and started packing the outfit. In this Berrie again took part, doing her half of the work quite as dextrously as Nash himself.
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