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Updated: June 22, 2025
"You didn't? That's too bad! You don't often miss. I wish you had been with me, to run down the scoundrel who tried to murder Mr. Ashton." Gowan burst into the harsh, strained laughter of one who seldom gives way to mirth. He checked himself abruptly and cast a hostile look at Ashton. "By James, Miss Chuckie, you don't mean to say you let a tenderfoot string you?"
We'll borrow your saddle ponies, Miss Chuckie, and start at once, if Jenny will put us up a bite of lunch." "Immediately, Tom," assented Mrs. Blake, delighted at the opportunity to serve her big husband. "When shall we take Genevieve to see the cañon?" asked the girl. "I am sure she can ride up safely on old Buck." "We have only the two saddle horses today," replied Blake.
Ye see we march on the tap o' Touthop-rigg after we pass the Pomoragrains; for the Pomoragrains, and Slackenspool, and Bloodylaws, they come in there, and they belang to the Peel; but after ye pass Pomoragrains at a muckle great saucer-headed cutlugged stane that they ca' Charlie's Chuckie, there Dawston Cleugh and Charlie's Hope they march.
Gowan spun about to her with a guilty start, but answered almost glibly: "You said he could ride, Miss Chuckie." "He'll he'll be killed! Daddy!" Knowles stepped out through the doorway, cocking his big blue-barreled Colt's. Gowan hastily pointed towards the runaway. Knowles looked, and dropped the revolver to his side. "What's up?" he growled. "Kid he he put Mr.
"Me savey cook 'im, and gard'in', and milk 'im, and chuckie, and fishin' and shootin' wild duck." On and on he chanted through a varied list of accomplishments, ending up with an application for the position of cook. "Me sit down? Eh boss?" he asked, moon-faced and serious.
Well, Kid, it's about time we were off. I'll get my hat." Gowan stepped nearer the girl as her father went inside. "I'll leave it to the tenderfoot to tell you, Miss Chuckie. He'll have to own up I gave him fair warning. Told him he wouldn't need his spurs, and asked if he'd have another bit and saddle; but it wasn't any use. He's the kind that won't take advice."
Having, last of all, split it open from end to end, turning it into something like an illegible heraldic crest, she approached the fire, the fowl in one hand, the gridiron in the other. "I doobt I maun get his lordship to sit a wee back frae the fire," she said. "I maun jist bran'er this chuckie for his supper." Lady Joan had taken Mrs.
"He'll keep his eye open, Chuckie," reassured her father. "It's the other fellow wants to be careful, if he hasn't already vamoosed. Hey, Kid?" "I'll get him, if I get the chance," laconically replied Gowan, looking from the girl to Ashton with the characteristic straightening of his lips that marked the tensing of his emotions. As he left the room Miss Isobel smiled and nodded to Ashton.
The color ebbed from the girl's face, but she answered steadily: "Chuckie Isobel Knowles. I am Daddy's daughter. I have no other father." "Is-o-bel Is-o-bel," Genevieve intoned the name musically. "It has a beautiful sound. I had a friend at school Isabella but we always called her Belle."
Now Miss Chuckie has told us again how Ashton climbed up here, where no man in this section had a notion anything short of a mountain sheep could climb. Well, what does the gritty kid do but turn round and climb down again in the dark, mind you! They're down there now, both of them down in the bottom of Deep Cañon. We called them tenderfeet, that day when Mr.
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