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His mind kept so closely to these interior matters that he hardly saw the path, but his horse led him safely back with precise knowledge and eager haste. As he reached the McFarlane ranch it seemed deserted of men, but a faint column of smoke rising from the roof of the kitchen gave evidence of a cook, and at his knock Berrie came to the door with a boyish word of frank surprise and pleasure.
There is great store of Cedars, Cypresses, Bayes, Palme trees, Hollies, and wilde Vines, which climbe vp along the trees and beare good Grapes. There are also Plum-trees, which beare very faire fruite, but such as is not very good. There are Raspasses, and a little berrie which we call among vs Blues, which are very good to eate.
Leading him toward the middle of the room, Berrie said: "Stand here till I strike a light." As her match flamed up Norcross found himself in a rough-walled cabin, in which stood a square cook-stove, a rude table littered with dishes, and three stools made of slabs. It was all very rude; but it had all the value of a palace at the moment. The girl's quick eye saw much else.
I expected it to be well, different. It's just like any other plains town." Berrie looked round at the forlorn shops, the irregular sidewalks, the grassless yards. "It isn't very pretty, that's a fact; but you can always forget it by just looking up at the high country. When you going up to the mill?" "I don't know. I haven't had any word from Meeker, and I can't reach him by telephone."
It was a poor little decaying mining-town set against the hillside, and had but one hotel, a sun-warped and sagging pine building just above the station. "Not much like the Profile House," said Wayland, as he drew up to the porch. "But I see no choice." "There isn't any," Berrie assured him. "Well, now," he went on, "I am in command of this expedition. From this on I lead this outfit.
The Belden side of it will appear in the city papers. Sympathy will be with Clifford. Berrie will be made an issue by my enemies. They'll get me through her." "Good Lord!" exclaimed Norcross, in sudden realization of the gravity of the case. "What beasts they are!" "Moore's gang will seize upon it and work it hard," McFarlane went on, with calm insistence.
He divined that she had been talking with Berrie, and that a fairly clear understanding of the situation had been reached. That this understanding involved him closely he was aware; but nothing in his manner acknowledged it. She did not ask any questions, believing that sooner or later the whole story must come out. The fact that Siona Moore and Mrs.
As bedtime drew near Settle took a blanket and went to the corral, and Berrie insisted that her father and Wayland occupy the bunk. Norcross protested; but the Supervisor said: "Let her alone. She's better able to sleep on the floor than either of us." This was perfectly true; but, in spite of his bruised and aching body, the youth would gladly have taken her place beside the stove.
She served potatoes and grouse, hot biscuit with sugar syrup, and canned peaches, and coffee done to just the right color and aroma. He declared it wonderful, and they ate with repeated wishes that the Supervisor might turn up in time to share their feast; but he did not. Then Berrie said, firmly: "Now you must take a snooze, you look tired." He was, in truth, not only drowsy but lame and tired.
To the youth, though the peaks were storm-hid, the afternoon was joyous. Berrie was a sweet companion. Under her supervision he practised at chopping wood and took a hand at cooking. At her suggestion he stripped the tarpaulin from her father's bed and stretched it over a rope before the tent, thus providing a commodious kitchen and dining-room.
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