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Jimmy, you go get Grandma Brown. I'll bet she can fix Charleton." Jimmy rushed out of the house. "Now, Doug," Judith went on, walking over to take Marion's hand, "you and Charleton go on out while I have a talk with Marion." "This happens to be my house," said Charleton. "Marion, get up and get out!" "I can't!" repeated the girl.
"Not as good as the dapple gray he gave me will be when I get time to break him," replied Douglas. "I don't know! I'm not as interested in things as I was." "What's the matter?" asked Charleton, sympathetically. "I guess Oscar's killing upset me," said Douglas vaguely. "I don't suppose you ever heard of Weltschmerz," mused Charleton.
"That licking wasn't all for poor old Prince," said Douglas. "Part of it was for the kid whose mind you deliberately tried to poison, and part of it is for Inez. You were the first man, you boasted to me, who ever went to Rodman's. And part of it's for the loneliness you've made in Lost Chief. What have you got to say huh?" Charleton rose.
Again there was laughter. "Big Marion will calm him," said Peter. "I know one thing," exclaimed Douglas. "None of us will be saying the things to Charleton we've been saying behind his back." "We sure won't," agreed Frank. "I suppose Judith's all broke up, poor little devil!" Douglas nodded. "I saw her and Inez hobnobbing in the Rodmans' corral to-day," said Young Jeff.
Do you think any man in this valley can have anything to tell me I want to hear, least of all you, Charleton Falkner? I know your history, man! And yours too, John Spencer. And you can either get out or listen while I tell these children a few facts about you."
"She's got a dead coyote she keeps up there for her special friends," said Peter. "What's your trouble, Doug?" Douglas sat down in Sister's place. "I've been over to see Charleton, and his wife said something that struck me as queer." He repeated Marion's comment. Peter laughed. "The women in this valley beat any bunch I've seen anywhere.
"Knows your foot!" snorted Peter. "If anybody could catch Charleton with his skin off, we'd find he gets happiness and sorrow out of the same things the rest of us do. He's just a big bluff, Charleton is." "He's lived too much to let anything get him," said Douglas stoutly. Peter laughed. "Nobody can accuse you of having lived too much, Douglas."
Nor were experiments in vivisection unknown to the Royal Society, as it was called, for the "Philosophical Transactions" speak of a dog being tied through the back above the spinal artery, thereby depriving him of motion until the artery was loosened, when he recovered; and again, it is recorded that Dr. Charleton cut the spleen out of a living dog with good success.
And what had ambition to offer me in comparison to the sport of running wild horses on Fire Mesa, or riding herd in the Reserve or hunting deer on Falkner's Peak. Horses, dogs, guns, women, whiskey, the open country of the Rockies. Enough for any man." "Maybe!" muttered Douglas. "What are you going to do now you're through school?" asked Charleton abruptly. "Ride for Dad.
Scott said something that riled Doug and Doug hit him. Scott drew and got Doug through the left shoulder, bad, but clean, and I've got the wound dressed. Say, if you women don't keep quiet, I'll sure-gawd hang up. O, hello, Charleton! Yes, Scott made a clean get-away. Now, listen, Mary. I'm going to keep Judith here to-night to help me and you can come down to-morrow. Yes, that you, John?
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