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"I'm not through with you yet, you old cuss!" said Chadron. "I never started out to git a man but what I got him, and I'll git you. I'll " Chadron's voice caught in his throat. He stood there looking toward the outside door, drawing his breath like a man suffocating.
"Did you go over to him to see if he was finished, or just creased?" "I never creased a man in my life!" Thorn was indignant over the imputation. Chadron shook his head, in doubt, in discredit, in gloomy disbelief. "If you didn't go up to him and turn him over and look at the whites of his eyes, you ain't sure," he protested.
There was nothing to do but wait, and in any event hide away that warm sweet thing that had unfolded in beautiful florescence in her soul. She told herself that he must have escaped, or the pursuers would have returned long before the party from the post left the Chadron house.
Frances could see in her lively imagination the frightened maid's gesture toward the colonel's office door. Now the girl's feet sounded along the hall in hasty retreat as Chadron laid his hearty knock against the colonel's panels. Frances smiled behind her friend's back. The impatient disregard by civilians of the forms which her father held in such esteem always was a matter of humor to her.
At dawn these people had left their comfortable sleeping-cars at Chadron, in the Nebraska desert, to change to the train of archaic coaches which transported the land-seekers across the last stretch of their journey.
In a moment she was standing in the open door beside Nola, who blocked it against her father with outstretched arms. Chadron was facing his wife, his back to Frances as she passed. "Yes, it was me, and all I'm sorry for is that I didn't finish him on the spot. Here, you fellers" to some troopers who crowded about the open door leading to the veranda "come in here and carry out this cot."
Don't you worry any more; she'll be all right they wouldn't dare to harm a hair of her head." Mrs. Chadron looked at him with large hope and larger trust in her yearning face, and Banjo slewed his horse directly across the gate. "Before you leave, Saul, I want to tell you this," he said. "You've hurt me, and you've hurt me deep!
"A surgeon is here, sent back by Major King, he told me, and he has taken charge of Mr. Macdonald, along with Miss Chadron and her mother. I have been dismissed, and you have been barred from the room where he lies. There's a soldier guarding the door to keep you away from his side."
And she knew that he feared that swift-footed man Macdonald, who had outgeneraled him and crippled him before he had struck a blow. Well, let him have his brutal way until morning; then she would prevail on Mrs. Chadron to rescind his order and let her go home. There being nothing more to be hoped or dreaded in the way of news that night, Frances suppressed her wrath and went upstairs and to bed.
"I tell you they're threatenin' my property, and the property of my neighbors!" protested Chadron, stunned, it seemed, that he should have to stop for details and explanations. "We've got millions invested if them fellers gobbles up our land we're ruined!"
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