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He bought a horse of his own although Berrie insisted upon his retaining Pete and sent for a saddle of the army type, and from sheer desire to keep entirely clear of the cowboy equipment procured puttees like those worn by cavalry officers, and when he presented himself completely uniformed, he looked not unlike a slender, young lieutenant of the cavalry on field duty, and in Berrie's eyes was wondrous alluring.
"Open and shut is a sign of wet," quoted Berrie, cheerily. The night rose formidably from the valley while they ate their supper; but Berrie remained tranquil. "Those horses probably went clean back to the ranch. If they did, daddy can't possibly get back before eight o'clock, and he may not get back till to-morrow."
"No," said Berrie, decisively. "You're not well enough for that. Get up your horses, Tony, and by that time I'll have some dinner ready." "All right, Miss Berrie," replied the man, and turned away. Hardly had he crossed the bridge on his way to the pasture, when Berrie cried out: "There comes daddy."
"You don't mean that, Berrie!" "Yes, I do," she asserted, bitterly. "I mean just that. So saddle up and pull out. All I ask of you is to say nothing about what has happened here. You'd better leave the state. If Wayland should get worse it might go hard with you." He accepted his banishment. "All right. If you feel that way I'll ride. But I'd like to do something for you before I go.
The story went along very smoothly till the girl came to the second night in camp beside the lake; there her voice faltered, and the reflective look in the mother's eyes deepened as she learned that her daughter had shared her tent with the young man. "It was the only thing to do, mother," Berrie bravely said.
It was three o'clock of a fine, clear, golden afternoon as they said good-by to McFarlane and started eastward, as if for a little drive. Berrie held the reins in spite of Wayland's protestations. "These bronchos are only about half busted," she said. "They need watching. I know them better than you do." Therefore he submitted, well knowing that she was entirely competent and fully informed. Mrs.
"Not precisely like a pugilist well, yes, I believe I do like the fellow who got second money." "How is the bump?" inquired Nash, thrusting his head inside the door. "Reduced to the size of a golf-ball as near as I can judge of it. I doubt if I can wear a hat; but I'm feeling fine. I'm going to get up." Berrie was greatly relieved. "I'm so glad! Do you feel like riding down the hill?"
In packing the camp stuff on the saddles, Berrie, almost as swift and powerful as her father, acted with perfect understanding of every task, and Wayland's admiration of her skill increased mightily. She insisted on her father's turning back. "We don't need you," she said. "I can find the pass."
Once, as they paused to rest the horses, Wayland said: "It is hard to realize that down in that ethereal valley people like old Jake and Mrs. Belden have their dwelling-place." This moved Mrs. McFarlane to admit that it might all turn out a blessing in disguise. "Mr. McFarlane may resign and move to Denver, as I've long wanted him to do." "I wish he would," exclaimed Berrie, fervently.
"The horses got away, and he had to go back after them," again responded Berrie, who found the scrutiny of the other girl deeply disconcerting. "When do you expect him back?" "Any minute now," she replied, and in this she was not deceiving them, although she did not intend to volunteer any information which might embarrass either Wayland or herself. Norcross tried to create a diversion.
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