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Then, when again he came on at the same headlong gallop, Norton recognized him. "They're fighting back yonder!" cried the boy wildly, his eyes shining with his excitement. "Brocky Lane sent me. . . . I haven't a rifle, who will give me a rifle? I'll give a man a hundred dollars for a rifle!" "Easy, Elmer," said Norton sharply. "Tell us what Brocky sent you to say. Where are they?"
They stand 'em up against a wall down there in Mexico and shoot 'em just for fun so Walky Dexter says. Dad says he never expects to hear of Uncle Brocky alive ag'in." "And yet that girl keeps up her pluck! She's all right," declared the other. "Gee! suppose she should come smack upon the story of her father's death some night there in the readin'-room? Wouldn't that be tough?"
Yet it don't look just like Brocky Day's hand of write. See here 'tis. It's from Mexico, anyway." The girl seized the letter with a gasp. "It it's the same stationery he uses," she said, with a note of thankfulness. "I I guess it's all right. I'll run right up and read it." She flew upstairs to her little room her room that looked out upon the beautiful lake.
She went to Brocky and held out her hand to him. "I understand now, I think, why you would refuse to die, no matter how badly you were hurt, until you had helped Mr. Norton finish the work you have set your hands to. It's an honor, Mr. Lane, to have a patient like you." Whereupon Brocky Lane grew promptly crimson and tongue-tied. "And now the view, Mr. Norton, and I am ready to go."
And now. . . ." The look in Norton's eyes suggested that he had forgotten the girl to whom he was talking. "And now I have picked up his trail!" "And that's something," interposed Brocky Lane, a flash of fire in his own eyes. "Considering that no man ever knew better than Jim Galloway how to cover tracks."
"Then begin," said Virginia, "by telling me where we are going." He swung up his arm, pointing. "Yonder. To the mountains. We'll reach them in about two hours and a half. Then, in another two hours or so, we'll come to where Brocky is. Way up on the flank of Mt. Temple. It's going to be a long, hard climb. For you, at the end of a tiresome day. . . ."
But to the last man of them they reached the arroyo safely, and ducking low, trotted on to join the cowboys. In a moment more Norton had found Brocky Lane, had explained his plan, had had Brocky's silent nod for an answer. In quiet voices the men passed the word along the line.
Marty was openly desirous of emulating "Uncle Brocky" and getting out of Polktown no matter where or how. Aunt 'Mira was inclined to wonder how the ladies of Mexico dressed and deported themselves. Uncle Jason observed: "I've allus maintained that Broxton Day is a stubborn and foolish feller. Why! see the strain he's been under these years since he went down to that forsaken country.
"How about yourself?" she asked quickly, and he knew that she was smiling at him through the dark. "Unless you're made of iron I'm almost inclined to believe that after your friend Brocky I'll have another patient. Who is he, by the way?" "Brocky Lane? I was going to tell you. You saw something stirring in the patio at Engle's?
These included not only everything which he had possessed, even to his watch and a few pieces of jewelry, but in addition, a large sum of money advanced him by Brocky Joe. Those with whom he was playing testified that he had quit shortly before midnight, and left the hall rather hastily.
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