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Even the movement with which she came toward him with both hands out was familiar. "Jud!" she said. "Oh, my dear!" He saw that she was profoundly moved, and suddenly he was sorry for her. Sorry for the years behind them both, for the burden she had carried, for the tears in her eyes. "Dear old Bev!" he said.
And as by the first selection, Beverly and Little Blue Flower were companions. Nobody could be unhappy with Bev, least of all the shy Indian girl with a face full of sunshine, now. And I? I walked a pathway strewn with rose petals because the golden-haired Little Lees was beside me.
He was not with us. When Rex Krane told his bride good-by up in the Clarenden home on the Missouri bluff, Mat had whispered one last request: "Look after Bev. He never sees danger for himself, nor takes anything seriously, least of all an enemy, whom he will befriend, and make a joke of it."
The outlaw, the loafer, the drunkard, the ruffian, the gambler, and the trickster far outnumbered the stern-faced men of affairs. When the balance turns the other way the frontier disappears. Mingling with these was a pale-faced invalid now and then, with the well-appointed new arrivals from the East. "What are we waiting for, Bev?" I asked, as the street filled with men.
"And his coat had been nearly ripped off him; I saw it under his cape!" "Ah?" said Barnabas, still busy with his neckcloth. "And naturally enough," pursued the Viscount, "I've been trying to imagine yes, Bev, I've been racking my brain most damnably, wondering why you did it? "It was in the wood," said Barnabas. "So it was you, then?" "Yes, Dick." "But he didn't even mark you?"
But though the face was impish, not pretty precisely, with its high cheek bones and impertinent chin, he had to admit that it was noticeable, and, in some odd way, attractive. The girl was charmingly dressed. He might have known that Bev would see to that. Clo was a surprise to him, as he was to her.
He reached out and took her hand. "Poor old Bev!" he said. "After the way you've come back, too. It's a damned shame." She was calmer than he was, less convinced for one thing, and better balanced always. She let him stroke her hand, standing near him with her eyes absent and a little hard. "I'd better make sure that was Jud first," he offered, after a time, "and then warn him." "Why?"
Beverly had turned his back to the Plaza and was speaking in a low tone, with the serious face and far-away air of one who referred to a thing of the past. "Bev, you are a mind-reader, a character-sketcher " I began, but stopped short to stare into the Plaza beyond him. The young man had sprung to his feet and stood there with flashing eyes and hands clenched.
Look at these bluffs and hiding-places, will you! A handful of Indians could scoop our whole body up and pitch us into the Prairie Dog Creek, and not be missed from a set in a war-dance," Beverly insisted. "Keep it strictly in the Clarenden family, Gail, but our honorable commander is a fool and a coward, if he is a United States major." "You speak as one expecting a promotion, Bev," I suggested.
Aunty Boone, and Mat, and you, and me, and Jondo, and Uncle Esmond, rag-tag and bobtail. Whoop-ee-diddle-dee!" Beverly threw up his cap, and, catching Mat by the arms, they whirled around the room together. "Who says so, Bev?" I asked, eagerly. "Them as knows and bosses everything in this world. Jondo told me, and he's just the boss's shadow. Now guess who," Beverly replied.
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