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"Don't happen to have a picture of the girl, do you?" "If I did, would I show it to you?" "You might. You might even give it to me." Cavanagh looked at the man as if he were dreaming. "You must be crazy." "Oh no, I'm not. Sheep-herders do go twisted, but I'm not in the business long enough for that. I'm just a bit nutty about that girl." He paused a moment.
"Very well," said the master, allowing him to take the glass which he received again brimming, "thanks, James." "'Well, said Bryan, lettin' go my collar, 'blame any one you like; blame me, blame Vanston, blame Chevydale, Fethertonge, anybody, everybody, the Priest, the Bishop, the Pope, but don't dare to blame Kathleen Cavanagh. "'Why, said I, 'has she been right in her condemnation of you?
"The dog!" exclaimed the deputy, seized with another idea. "Not that dog you fed just now?" "The very same," replied Cavanagh. "Don't you know a dog's sure to carry the poison in his hair? Why, he jumped on you! Why didn't you shoot him?" he demanded, fiercely. "Because he's a faithful guardian, and, besides, he was with the sheep, and never so much as entered the tent." "Do you know that?"
The Cavanagh family is but an upstart one at best; it wants antiquity, ma'am a mere affair of yesterday, so what after all could you expect from it?" Honest Jemmy looked at him and then groaned. "An upstart family! that'll do oh, murdher well, 'tis respectable at all events; however, as to havin' the Hogans about them they wor always about them; it was the same in their father's time.
Cavanagh for the return of the thrice holy relic to the Museum! Your companion, the man, who is inspired by the Evil One, has even dared to demand ransom for the slipper from me!" Hassan was majestic in his wrath; but his eyes were black with venomous hatred. "He has suffered the penalty which the Koran lays down; he has lost his right hand.
All the lesser hills were covered; only the lords of the range towered above the flood in sullen and unmoved majesty. For a long time Cavanagh stood beside his weary horses, filling his soul with the beauty of this world, so familiar yet so transformed. He wished for his love; she would feel and know and rejoice with him. It was such experiences as these that made him content with his work.
"That last visit to the ancestral acres is what did it." "No, it's age age and prosperity. I know now what it is to have broiled steak." Mrs. Wetherford, seizing the moment, came down to do the honors. "You fellers ought to know my girl. Virginny, this is Forest Supervisor Redfield, and this is Ross Cavanagh, his forest ranger in this district. You ought to know each other.
He did not smile in greeting, as was usual with him, and, taking some letters from his pocket, passed them over in ominous silence. Cavanagh, upon looking them over, selected a letter evidently from Mrs. Redfield, and stuffed the others into his coat-pocket. It was a closely written letter, and contained in its first sentence something which deeply affected him.
A roar of laughter followed this remark, and Gregg was stumped for a moment; but the son grinned appreciatively. "Now be good!" Cavanagh turned to Virginia in haste to shield her from all that lay behind and beneath this sally of the older and deeply experienced woman. "The Supervisor is willing to yield a point he knows what the New West will bring."
"Just pack up the provisions," he directed, nodding toward the basket "in the next room." She departed without a word. "That's a noticeable dust coat you're wearing, Mr. Cavanagh," said the American; "it gives me a great notion. I'm afraid I'll have to borrow it." He glanced, smiling, at the revolver in his left hand and back again to me.
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