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"Where's your pony now, Bev?" Jondo asked. "I don't know sure, but I expect he is about going over the Raton Pass by this time," Beverly replied. "Down there things seemed to swim around me like water everywhere and I knew I'd got to stir. Just then an Indian came slipping up from somewhere to the spring to drink.
Half the fellows at White's and Brooke's are wild to get that very small demon of mine; but he isn't to be bought or bribed or stolen for what there is of him is faithful, Bev, and now come in to breakfast." So saying, the Viscount led Barnabas across the yard to a certain wing or off-shoot of the inn, where beneath a deep, shadowy gable was a door.
And it was Rex who most aided Jondo in finding that the Indian had gone with Ramero's men northward. "That fellow is Santan, of Fort Bent, Rex," Jondo said. "Yes, you thought he was Santa and I took him for Satan then. We missed out on which to knock out of him. Bev won't care nothin' about his name. He will knock hell out of him if he gets in that Clarenden boy's way," Rex had replied.
'I hope so, says I. 'Then, says he, before I could remind him of the door again, 'then you must get him back at once! I asked him why, but he only stared and shook his head, and so took himself off. I'll own the fellow shook me rather, Bev, he seemed so very much in earnest, but, knowing where you were, I wouldn't have disturbed you for the world if it hadn't been for the horses."
"We will wait here a little while. Bev will report soon, I hope. Come, Gail," he said to me. "Here is something we will follow now." A single trail led far away from the beaten road toward a stretch of coarse dry yucca and loco-weeds that hid a little steep-sided draw across the plains. At the bottom of it a man lay face downward beside a dead pony.
So, having shaken hands again, Captain Slingsby took the arm of the Marquis, and limped off. Now, when they were alone, the Viscount gazed at Barnabas, chin in hand, and with twinkling eyes. "My dear Bev," said he, "you can hang me if I know what to make of you. Egad, you're the most incomprehensible fellow alive; you are, upon my soul!
Going to give her a little dose of discipline? Oh, I say, Uncle Ath, give her all that's coming to her. She rates it all right, all right. She's made things just too darned hot for Bev, and a whole bunch of the girls up there. Everybody hates her." "Eh?" as Mrs. Kilton's hand was laid warningly upon his shoulder. Dr. Kilton had turned hastily away.
"And to-day, Bev, to-day you are a notorious gambler, and you sneer at love! Gad! what a change is here! My dear fellow, what does it all mean?"
"Who is that man, Bev? The third one over there?" I asked my cousin. "Stranger to me. I don't believe I ever saw him before. Who is the fellow with the smile, Captain?" Beverly asked the officer beside him. "I don't know. He's not in my company. I'm finding new faces every day," the captain replied. As twilight fell I saw the man again at the edge of the camp.
To whom, thusly, the Viscount, speaking both to him and the horses: "Oh, there you are, Bev stand still, damn you! There's blood for you, eh, my dear fellow devil burn your hide! Jump up, my dear fellow Gad, they're pulling my arms off." "Then you want me to come with you, Dick?"
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