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Why?" Douglas shrugged his shoulders. "You ask Scott why," and he strode off to his chores. Doug did not see Charleton again for several days. But one afternoon, about a week after the return from the hunt, they met at the post-office and Charleton, who wanted to see John, rode home with him. "Scott is back," said Doug. "Yes; I saw him yesterday." Charleton smiled.
What became of the other man and Johnny, I can only surmise from what Mr. Nelson has told me." "Who were the men?" demanded Douglas. "I don't know. Of course, I suspect Charleton Falkner and Scott Parsons. I suppose it was Scott Parsons, though I couldn't prove it.
She stirred but did not open her eyes, and he slipped back to the ladder and down, without a sound. He went to bed at once but was up in the morning before his father, leaving a note on the kitchen table: I am going to work for Charleton till things are better here at home. Douglas. He found Charleton grooming Democrat. "Charleton," he said, "you made a lot of trouble for Jude last night."
Douglas grinned faintly, then said, "I know now how Jude felt when you shot that little old Swift horse." "I suppose if you'd been big enough, you'd have treated me as you did Charleton," said John cheerfully. "I sure would have tried to," replied Douglas. "Where's Jude?" "Working on the little wild mare in the corral." Douglas nodded to his father and went in search of Judith.
"No, she isn't!" snapped Douglas. He made a sudden rush at Charleton and pushed him into the kitchen, Judith slammed and locked the door behind them. It was on this scene that John Spencer appeared, closing the outer door innocently behind him. "I wanted to borrow your buckboard for a couple of weeks," he began. Then he paused and looked inquiringly from his son to his old friend.
The Moose moved his head uneasily up and down. Then, breathing heavily and brokenly, Douglas said, "Not while you think I told Charleton." That was the last he knew for some time. When he returned to consciousness, Peter and Judith were half dragging him, half lifting him into the post-office.
Of course, you and he might be in cahoots on this, but Scott's tricky so I'm giving you some of the benefits of the doubt." Charleton turned in his saddle to favor Douglas with a suspicious stare. "I didn't double-cross you, Charleton," said Douglas, not without a simple dignity that may or may not have impressed his mentor. At any rate, Charleton made no reply. Douglas was entirely deflated.
Charleton Falkner, Jr.! I'll tell you, Doug, you'll never know what happiness life can hold for you till a woman like Marion gives you a son." "Say!" cried Douglas in an outraged voice. "What's all this talk you've been giving me for a year about whiskey and women and horses?" Charleton did not hear him. "Charleton Falkner, Jr.!" he was murmuring over an unlighted cigarette.
"I wouldn't go near the post-office," said Douglas, established again on the fence beside Charleton. "Why not?" "If if I felt like you do, I'd want to stay by myself, just take a ride alone up to the top of Fire Mesa." "I don't care what I do as long as the boy's here.
"How is she worse than Charleton?" "She's more likable and a lot finer and so she has more influence. You don't really think for a moment that Peter will marry her, do you?" Douglas spoke contemptuously. "Well, if he doesn't marry her, it won't be because he considers that he's led a perfect life, I hope." "That isn't the point.
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