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Updated: May 9, 2025
With one or two exceptions, none were strongly suggestive of wealth. But as to his wealth, I doubt if rumour runs by more than tradition; Blinky Lockwood's new-found hundred-thousands are growing rapidly toward the million mark, unless Blinky's a worse business man than the town takes him to be.
The Soules were invited, because they were Araminta Lockwood's brother and sister-in-law, and the Godfreys came over from Westerly to grace the board as representatives of the Lockwood strain. Also Ben Lockwood attended Blinky's first cousin and senior. Duncan described the function in a letter to Kellogg as the time of his young life.
"Boys, we'll ride down the valley now and pick a place where we split to begin the drive," said Pan. "Hosses way down there look to me like they was movin' this way," observed Blinky, who had eyes like a hawk. Pan had keen eyes, too, but he did not believe his could compare with Blinky's. That worthy had the finest of all instruments of human vision clear light-gray eyes, like that of an eagle.
"Pard, heah's to the old Cimarron," said Blinky, as they drank again. Pan had no response. Memory of the Cimarron only guided his flying mind over the ranges to Las Animas. They drank and drank. Blinky's tongue grew looser. "Hold your tongue, damn you," said Pan. "Imposshiblity. Lesh have another." "One more then. You're drunk, cowboy." "Me drunk? No shir, pard.
I swear I can fix it up with Louise. I swear I can fix anything." With that, Pan strode across the dew-wet grass to the trees under which stood Blinky's wagon. There was no sign of the girl. Pan breasted the wagon side to look down. She was there, wide-eyed, with arms under her head, staring at the colored leaves. "Morning, Louie, how are you?" he began cheerfully, smiling down upon her.
Burnham in to see Sam " "Yes," Burnham interrupted Roland quickly; "Barnette's been kind enough to show me round town a bit." "Here on business?" inquired Lockwood pointedly. "No, not exactly," returned Burnham with practised ease, "just looking round." "Only lookin', eh?" Blinky's countenance underwent one of its erratic quakes as he examined Burnham with his habitual intentness.
Then he plunged and fell and rolled over. He got up to try again. He was savage, grotesque, awkward. The boys drove him through the gate. "Whoopee!" pealed out Blinky's yell. "Reckon those boys know their business," soliloquized Pan, and then he yelled for them to come and help him.
I can't do it yet.... We'll leave this country far behind. And some day we can go on with with all we planned." Pan went back to the barn and threw himself upon the hay, where exhausted brain and body sank to sleep and rest. It seemed that a voice and a rude hand tore away the sweet oblivion. "Pard, are you daid?" came Blinky's voice, keen and full with newer note. "Sunup an' time to rustle.
"You'll admit, though, that there are some fine horses among these?" asked Pan earnestly. "Wal, Pan, to stop kiddin' you, now an' then a fellar sees a real hoss among them broomies. But shore them boys are the hard ones to ketch." The last of Blinky's remark forced Pan's observation upon the cardinally important point the lay of the land.
She relied more on crowding in among the other horses than in running free, and therefore she was hard to get out into the open. Blinky's mount went lame; Gus's grew so weary that he could not keep up; but Pan's Sorrel showed wonderful powers of endurance. In fact he got better all the time. It began to dawn upon Pan what a treasure he had in Sorrel.
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