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And though she had little reason to care for her father, and the tragedy of a record such as his was not a pleasant memory for any daughter; how much more would she suffer if his record were exposed by one whose interest it would be to blacken it? "I said that was all," continued Carpy; "it ain't quite all, either.
He carried his right arm at his side with the thumb hooked into his belt: "Where's your sling?" demanded Belle, tartly. Laramie pulled it out of his pocket: "I put it on when Carpy comes around," he explained. "You keep fooling around the streets this way and they'll get you sometime," said Belle, tartly. He turned the remark: "That idea doesn't seem to worry me as much as it used to.
There's the pretty little girl from the great big ranch. No wonder the man's up and coming what did you send for me for, McAlpin? Where you heading, Jim?" With his hands on the door jambs, Carpy effectually barred the exit. Knowing his stubborn patient well, he humored him, to the verge of letting him have his own way, but with much raillery denied him the drug store trip.
"My hands may not be as white as yours they're just as clean!" Stunned as she might well have been at the outburst, Kate stood her ground: "Did Doctor Carpy give you permission to come here tonight?" She shot the words at Laramie without giving him time to breathe. Laramie checked the flood of anger he had loosed: "I don't need permission from Doctor Carpy to come here night or day.
But abating in defeat and with empty pockets, nothing of their confident swagger, Carpy and Sawdy reinforced this time by Lefever McAlpin trailing along as a mourner headed again for the ranch-house after Laramie. They found him on a bench where he could command the front door, whittling and talking idly with Bill Bradley. Laramie was there intent on waylaying Kate, within.
Lalage's letter went on: "I was glad, that it wasn't me, who was just as bad, that he didn't what he calls 'make an example of. Even that didn't calm the excited class and he said, 'Next person who laughs will be reported to Miss Pettigrew. It was not me, but the girl next me, Eileen Fraser. I was the innocent cause of the offence. "By the way," I said, "who is Carpy?
He's no easier to handle than a wildcat." Kate looked perplexed: "What shall I say to him?" Carpy stood at the door with his hand on the knob: "Jolly him along you know how. He says he's coming down here for dinner tonight. Tell him Belle's sick." Belle listened. The more Kate considered the mandate, the more confusing it seemed.
But Laramie, either incensed by his condition the idea of any escort being vastly unpleasant to him or animated by the stiff hypodermics of profanity that Carpy injected into the talk as they crossed the street, did not even stumble; he held his way unaided, met Belle's amazement unresponsively and, sitting down, called for something to eat.
In a line and in a country in which many excelled in perhaps the most important regard, rivalry ran high and critics were naturally fastidious. The temptation to belittle even excellent work with rifle and revolver was, in Sawdy and especially in Carpy, partly due to temperament. Both men were bad gamesters because they bet on feeling rather than judgment.
Meantime she spent a week of delight at the ranch, mostly on horseback, learning the Western horse and Western riding. After her outing, Doubleday took Kate down to the Junction. He went on to Sleepy Cat, but that night he came back ill. In the morning he was not able to get up. Kate telephoned, as he directed, to Sleepy Cat, for Doctor Carpy.
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