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Did Fadeaway think to hide himself behind the man at the bar? Then Fadeaway should not wear chaps with silver conchas that glittered and gleamed as he shifted his leg and turned his back. "Said he was my friend," mumbled Corliss. "My friend! Huh!" Was it a friend that would leave him sitting there, alone? He rose and lurched to the bar. Some one steadied him as he swayed.
"I've just told you I don't want to come in at all." "Then what do you want?" "I came to tell you just one thing: to go easy up there at Mr. Madison's house." Corliss laughed contemptuously. "It's my house. I own it. That's the property I came here to sell." "Oh, I know," responded Pryor. "That part of it's all right.
At last, and without ending this serious encounter, she whispered: "How far do you think?" Mr. Corliss did not answer, and a peculiar phenomenon became vaguely evident to the girl facing him: his eyes were still fixed full upon hers, but he was not actually looking at her; nevertheless, and with an extraordinarily acute attention, he was unquestionably looking at something.
Moved by a mutual impulse they glanced at the long, rigid shape covered with a blanket. "When the boys come " began Wingle. "It will be out of our hands," concluded Corliss. "If Sun " "I ought to ride out after him," said Corliss, nodding. "But I can't leave. And you can't." Wingle stepped to the doorway and shaded his eyes.
The herder turned and ran. Fadeaway laughed and swung away at a lope. When he arrived at the Concho he unsaddled, turned his pony into the corral, and called to Chance. He was at the water-trough washing the dog's muzzle when John Corliss appeared. Fadeaway straightened up. He knew what was coming and knew that he deserved it.
He won't fight, but he's loyal enough to my interests to sue Loring for trespass, if necessary." "See you and raise you one, Jack. They'll bluff Sun clean off his hind feet. He won't stick." "I'll chance it, Bud. And, besides, I need you right where you are." "I'm sure happy!" exclaimed the irrepressible Bud, grinning. Corliss laughed, then shook his head.
"Oh, but I'm you're not going that way," she mocked. "Yes, I am and so are you. If you won't wait, I'll catch you up, anyway. You daren't put Challenge down the cañon trail faster than a walk." "I daren't? Then, catch me!" She wheeled her pony and sped toward the timber. Corliss, running heavily in his high-heeled boots, caught up his own horse and leaped to the saddle as Chinook broke into a run.
I wasn't feelin' extra hungry, so I come along up here." "I have some good news," said Corliss. "Got a letter from Billy last week. Didn't have time to tell you. He's working for a broker in 'Frisco. I shouldn't wonder if he should turn up one of these days. How would you like to drive over to Antelope and meet him when he comes?" "I'd sure be glad. Always did like Billy.
I couldn't have worn the pendant, though, even if I'd got it," she went on, becoming thoughtful. "It's Richard's silly old engagement ring, you know," she explained, lightly. "I had it made up into a pendant, and heaven knows how I'm going to get Richard to see it the right way. He was so unreasonable tonight." "Was he cross about Mr. Corliss monopolizing you?"
Corliss was about to retort to the other's apparently good-natured interference with his right to free speech, when he caught Fadeaway's glance. "Well?" he exclaimed. The cowboy evidently had something to say in confidence. Corliss followed him to one of the tables. "It's this way," began the cowboy. "You're sore at Jack.
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