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"What do you mean?" he hesitated, wondering what she knew. "On Brayley's face! Why did you fight with him?" "Who told you?" "Brayley. He had to come to see father this evening. I saw his face. I heard him tell father that he had had trouble with one of the men. I was afraid that it was you! I followed him out into the yard and asked him.
Instead he stooped low, very low, jerking his body double, dropping suddenly under Brayley's threshing arms, and hurled himself bodily to meet the attack, his left shoulder thrust forward, striking Brayley with the full impact of his hundred and eighty pounds just below the knees. They both went down, down together, and with Conniston underneath.
Peggy turned his protruding eyes from one to the other, and a smile slowly spread over his features. "By jinks, let's rob Brayley's melling-patch!" he cried. "All right; we'll help you," answered Patsy, readily. "Oh, my dear!" remonstrated Louise, not understanding. "It will be such fun," replied her cousin, with eyes dancing merrily.
He returned Brayley's glance steadily, angered more at knowing that the blood was again creeping up into his cheeks than because of the curt question. And, staring at him steadily, he made no further answer. "Can't you talk?" cried Brayley, angrily. "Are you deef an' dumb? I said, who might you be?" "I heard you," replied Conniston, quietly.
Brayley says he will sell his melons for fifteen cents each." "Him! Fifteen cents!" gasped Peggy, greatly disappointed. "Say, Brayley's a disturbin' element in these parts. He oughter go to jail fer asking fifteen cents fer them mean little mellings o' his'n." "They seem as large as yours," murmured Louise. "But they ain't.
It was almost in Conniston's face now. Somebody cried out sharply. Several of the men jumped from their seats and leaped out from behind Conniston. Two or three of them slipped under the table to crawl out on the other side. Then Conniston saw what the something was in Brayley's hand. "Shoot, you dirty coward!" he yelled, as he swung his arm out toward the big six-shooter.
That is your business and Brayley's, and I should keep out of it. But there was something else I wonder if you think me meddlesome, Mr. Conniston? If I am meddlesome?" "If we are going to be friends, you and I and you promised that you would let me make you my friend hadn't we better drop that word?" "Then I am going to tell you something. You are to go to work in the Valley.
The agent was jubilant and triumphant, and chuckled in gleeful tones that thrilled the girls with remorse as they remembered the annihilation of McNutt's cherished melons. "Ol' Dan usu'lly has a dorg," said Peggy, between his fits of laughter; "but I guess he had him chained up ternight." "I'm not positively sure that was Brayley's place," remarked Beth; "it's so very dark."
Out of the dozens of men who worked under Brayley's orders he was absolutely the only one who could be spared from the day's work! Every other man had a quicker eye, a stronger body, a firmer hand; every other man was a better rider, a better herder, a better roper, a better all-round man. When there was work that must be done, man's work, he was the one who could be spared from it.
There was a great bruise upon his forehead and a cut where the muzzle of Brayley's gun had struck him, but he was surprised to find that both dizziness and faintness had passed entirely and that he was feeling little inconvenience from the blow which last night had stretched him out unconscious.
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