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Updated: June 6, 2025
It is our work to go where the Hopi blossom leads us, and Bev Clarenden and I will not let anything happen to you." I meant what I said, and my heart is always young when I recall that morning ride toward the San Christobal Arroyo and my abounding vigor and confidence in my courage and my powers.
"And by the Lord, Bev, shall I tell you what I begin to think?" "Yes, Dick." "Well, I begin to think that in spite of er me, and hum all the rest of 'em, in spite of everything herself included, if need be, you'll win her yet." "And shall I tell you what I begin to think, Dick?" "Yes." "I begin to think that you have never loved her at all."
I've thought of him all day and dreamed of him all night, oh, most cursed, y'know! Just ring for my fellow, will you, Bev? I'll get up, and we'll go round to the stables together." "Quite unnecessary, Dick." "Eh? Why?" "Because I have just left there." "Are the horses all right, Bev?" "Yes, Dick." "Ah!" sighed the Viscount, falling back among his pillows, "and everything is quite quiet, eh?"
He shouted, "Hullo, Bev! Why, what have you struck? Bless me, it's the little girl they're all hunting! She belongs to Miss Combs, it seems. Her mother died here the other day. Found her up the cañon, eh? They been all ranging north, thinking she'd taken after her pa. Maybe she thought he'd headed for La Veta pass? Looks sure 'nough bad, don't she?"
And all the while, good-hearted, generous boy that he was, he had never tried to push his suit with her, had made her love him more, no doubt, by letting me have full command of all of her time, while he forgot himself in showing courtesy to the Indian girl, because Bev was first of all a gentleman. I thought of that dear hour in the church of San Miguel.
She had to be honest, but she would rather not have complimented Felicity. "And you needn't laugh at Bev. His stripes are beautiful. It isn't HE that is striped. It's just the THOUGHT of him. Peg Bowen is a queer sort of yellowish green and the Awkward Man is lilac. Aunt Olivia is pansy-purple mixed with gold, and Uncle Roger is navy blue." "I never heard such nonsense," declared Felicity.
And in my young years I wondered often why things should be so real to me that nobody else could ever understand. "I used to think long ago at the fort that I'd marry Mat some day," Beverly said, reminiscently, as if he were looking across a lapse of years instead of days. "So did I," I declared. "But I don't want to now. Maybe our princess will be at the end of the trail, Bev, a real princess.
"Ah, yes the horses!" said Barnabas thoughtfully. "How is your arm now, Dick?" "A bit stiff, but otherwise right as a trivet, Bev. But now about yourself, my dear fellow, what on earth possessed you to lay Carnaby such a bet? What a perfectly reckless fellow you are! Of course the money is as good as in Carnaby's pocket already, not to mention Chichester's damn him!
"I mean to free him from Gaunt, and rescue him from Chichester if I can." "But Chichester is about the only friend he has left, Bev." "On the contrary, I think Chichester is his worst enemy." "But my dear fellow! Chichester is the only one who has stood by him in his disgrace, though why, I can't imagine."
"Quite, Bev, quite, behold! feel!" and doubling his fist, he smote Barnabas a playful blow in the ribs. "Oh, my dear fellow, it's going to be a grand race though, ding-dong to the finish! And it's dry, thank heaven, for 'Moonraker''s no mud-horse. But I shall be glad when we line up for the start, Bev." "In about four hours, Dick." "Yes!
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