Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 8, 2025
Then it was that John Corliss's visits to the Loring rancho became less frequent and the friendliness which had existed between the rival ranches became a kind of tolerant acquaintanceship, as that of neighbors who have nothing in common save the back fence. Fernando, the oldest herder in Loring's employ, stood shading his eyes from the glare of noon as he gazed toward the distant rancho.
Corliss's `bare word' supposed to be perfectly good?" "Oh, I suppose so, but I don't know. He isn't known here: nobody really knows anything about him except that he was born here. Besides, I wouldn't make an investment on my own father's bare word, if he happened to be alive." "Perhaps not!" Cora spoke impulsively, a sudden anger getting the better of her, but she controlled it immediately.
Then I got to fan it." "Where are you going?" "Me? Over to the Blue. Got a job waitin' for me." Corliss's fingers worked nervously. "When did you say the Concho paid off?" he queried, avoiding the other's eye. Fadeaway's face expressed surprise. "The Concho? Why, next Monday. Why?" "Oh nothing. I was just wondering . . ." "Want to send any word to Jack?" asked the cowboy. "No, I don't.
Under favourable circumstances the blow Cora dealt him might have been physically more violent. "Good-morning," she laughed, gayly. "I'm not bothering much about Mr. Corliss's oil in Italy. I had a bet with Laura I could keep you from saying `I beg to differ, or talking about the weather for five minutes. She'll have to pay me!"
Though he did not know it, this inability was Vance Corliss's most splendid possession. But to return. He looked forward with great sober glee to meeting Frona Welse, and in the meanwhile consulted often the sun-picture he carried of her. Frona beat him into Dawson by a fortnight. While on his part money in the end overcame obstacles, on hers the name of Welse was a talisman greater than treasure.
"What's the matter? Cockle-burr?" And Wingle ran his fingers under the collar. "So? Playin' mail-man, eh?" He spread out the note and read it. Slowly he straightened up and slowly he walked to the bunk-house. "No. Guess I'll tell Jack first." He strode to the office and laid the note on Corliss's desk.
That will remain a matter of doubt; Cora's evidence, if she gave it, not being wholly trustworthy in cases touching herself. But she felt no need of mentioning to any one that she had seen her former lover that day. He had gone before the return of Enfield, Mr. It is the more probable that she told Ray the whole truth, because he already knew something of Corliss's record abroad.
"Of course I don't mean that," she laughed, sweetly. "But I happen to think Mr. Corliss's scheme a very handsome one, and I want my friends to make their fortunes, of course. Richard Lindley and papa are going into it." "I'll bet they don't," said Trumble promptly. "Lindley told me he'd looked it over and couldn't see his way to." "He did?" Cora stiffened perceptibly and bit her lip.
His little girl's radiant glance at the alert visitor imparted her thorough comprehension of all the old man's absurdities, which had reached their climax in her dismissal. Her parting look, falling from Corliss's face to the waste-basket at his feet, just touched the rose in his hand as she passed through the door.
You're tryin' to hang this onto me or mine. You're wrong. You're forgettin' they's five hundred of my sheep at the bottom of the Concho Cañon, I guess. They didn't get there by themselves. Fadeaway's got his, which was comin' to him this long time. That's nothin' to me. What I want to see is Jack Corliss's gun." Bud Shoop stepped into the ranch-house and presently returned with the Coitus.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking