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"Prize her!" repeated Knowles, his usual stolid face aglow with pride and tenderness. "Why, ma'am, I couldn't hold her more in liking if she was my own flesh and blood!" Genevieve suddenly bent down to hide the intense emotion that had struck the color from her face. Yet after a moment's pause, she spoke in a composed, almost casual tone: "Then Chuckie is not your own daughter?"
Keep a stiff upper lip," said Knowles. "Don't act like you're locoed. It's all right about that veal, as Chuckie says, and you oughtn't to make such a fuss over the loss of a camp outfit." "Camp outfit?" shrilled Ashton. "If that were all! if that were all! What shall I do? Lost all lost! father all! Ruined! Oh, my God! What shall I do? Oh, my God!
His head was drawn down and backwards until his trumpet nostrils blew against his deep chest. After half a dozen wild plunges, he was forced to a stand, snorting but subdued. "That's some riding, Miss Chuckie!" called the burly sheriff of the county. "Your guest forks a hawss like a buster." The girl rode forward beside Blake, her face radiant.
Between this point and the sharp bend opposite the gulch the precipices overhung the cañon bottom. Carrying the baby, the two hastened to the bend, to heap up and light a great beacon fire of green wood. Gowan followed with the ponies, cool, silent and efficient. From the first he had seldom looked over into the cañon. His part was to serve Miss Chuckie and her friend, and wait.
"Nothing only I just happened to get him up near the bunkhouse, Miss Chuckie. Thought I'd tell you, in case he has a mate around." "We must all look sharp. You, too, Mr. Ashton. They are more apt to strike without warning, this time of year." "I know," remarked Ashton. "It's before they cast their old skin, and it makes them blind." "Too early for that," corrected Knowles.
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 Charlies-hope they march.
It would be absurd, cheating yourself that way. Anyhow, Rocket is your horse to ride, as long as you wish to." "But I would like him for my own. How about trading him for my pony and the wages due me?" "Well, that wouldn't be an unfair bargain. Your hawss is the best cow pony of the two." "It is very kind of you to agree, Miss Chuckie! Here is all the money; and here is the watch.
I've been chewing it over all afternoon. Miss Chuckie is as innocent and trusting as a lamb, spite of her winterings in Denver, and she's plumb locoed over him, reading so much about him in the reports." "Still, it does not necessarily follow " "Don't it, though!" broke in the puncher. "Guess you didn't find it any funnier than I did seeing her hanging onto his shoulder."
"However, if you feel at all shaky in the morning, I can perhaps get Gowan, or maybe Miss Chuckie would like to " "No!" broke in Ashton. "She shall not! I will do it, I tell you." "Very well," said Blake. He put down the level and rod, but retained the rifle. "Tell the ladies I shall be back before long. I am going to look for something I forgot this morning."
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.
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