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He hurried away in pleasant excitement, and in twenty minutes was at the door ready to ride. "You'd better take my bay," said Berea. "Old Paint-face there is a little notional." Norcross approached his mount with a caution which indicated that he had at least been instructed in range-horse psychology, and as he gathered his reins together to mount, Berrie remarked: "I hope you're saddle-wise."
He sat where he could watch the door, and despite his jocund pose his eyes expressed growing impatience and some anxiety. They were all well into their dessert before he called out: "Here he is!" Mrs. McFarlane could not see the new-comer from where she sat, but Berrie rose in great excitement as a heavy-set, full-faced man with short, gray mustache and high, smooth brow entered the room.
"You mustn't try any more such stunts not for a few weeks, anyway. But get ready for breakfast." He went out into the morning exultantly, and ran down to the river to bathe his face and hands, allured by its splendid voice. The world seemed very bright and beautiful and health-giving once more. As soon as she was alone with her father, Berrie said: "I'm going home to-day, dad." "Going home!
Landon is almost as good a hustler as Tony, and a much better forester. I thought of sending Norcross up there at first, but he told me that Frank and his gang had it in for him. Of course, he's only nominally in the service; but I want him to begin right." Berrie went further. "I want him to ride back with me to-day." He looked at her with grave inquiry. "Do you think that a wise thing to do?
And so they parted, the surveyor riding his determined way up the naked mountainside toward the clouds, while Berrie and her ward plunged at once into the dark and dripping forest below. "If you can stand the grief," she said, "we'll go clear through." Wayland had his misgivings, but did not say so. His confidence in his guide was complete. She would do her part, that was certain.
It endows the bleak mountainside with comfort, makes the ledge a hearthstone. It holds the promise of savory meats and fragrant liquor, and robs the frosty air of its terrors. Wayland, hearing their voices, called out, with feeble humor: "Will some one please turn on the steam in my room?" Berrie uttered a happy word. "How do you feel this morning?" she asked.
He was beginning to be hungry also he had eaten a very early breakfast and he fell to wondering just where and when they were to camp; but he endured in silence. "So long as Berrie makes no complaint my mouth is shut," he told himself. "Surely I can stand it if she can." And so struggled on.
Of course he couldn't stand against a big man like Cliff, and his head struck on a stone; and if Berrie hadn't throttled the brute he would have murdered the poor boy right there before her eyes." "Good God! I never suspected a word of this. I didn't think he'd do that." The Supervisor was now very grave.
It had its compensations. Back at the camp-fire he found Berrie at work, glowing, vigorous, laughing. Her comradeship with her father was very charming, and at the moment she was rallying him on his method of bread-mixing. "You should rub the lard into the flour," she said. "Don't be afraid to get your hands into it after they are clean. You can't mix bread with a spoon."
"Of course, I'm anxious to have my daughter make the best possible impression." "Very well. It is arranged. We get in, I find, about noon. We'll go straight to the biggest shop in town. If we work with speed we'll be able to lunch with my father. He'll be at the Palmer House at one." Berrie said nothing, either in acceptance or rejection of his plan.
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