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"Back of his ears?" inquired David, who was munching a doughnut, his black eyes twinkling with fun. "What's the cause of it?" "Dade says she won't kiss 'im if he don't." Everybody roared. "Good fer Dade! I wouldn't if I was in her place." Wheelock gripped a chicken leg imperturbably, and left it bare as a toothpick with one or two bites at it.
He had never seen Esther Dade looking so languid or so wan, yet more of her and for her had he been thinking during the week gone by than of any other girl in or out of the army.
In that one throw he had learned José's method; the big loop, the overhead swirl direct, bullet-swift, deadly in its aim. He knew now what Dade had wanted to tell him what it was vital that he should know. And he hugged the thought José did not know his method; not yet. A shot, and he was off again with his little loop. José, like a great, black bird, flew towards him with the big loop.
They had done so the very evening of Blake's departure, even as he, long miles away, was telling Kennedy his Irish heart was safe from the designs of one blood-thirsty Sioux; and Mrs. Dade had agreed with them that Nanette's letter should be sent to her forthwith, and that, as Captain Blake had brought it in, the duty of returning the letter devolved upon his wife.
Near to him, José calmed his big, black horse and waited also, cold hauteur the keynote of his whole attitude. Dade waved his hand to them, and they followed him into the empty rectangle. From the crowd came a rustle as of a gust of wind through tree-tops; then they were still again, watching and waiting and listening.
"Dade, they don't make 'em any better than you," he cried, and left the door to try and break a shoulder-blade with the flat of his hand, just to show his appreciation of such friendship. "Bill Wilson has got enough gold that he pulled out of the crowd for us yesterday to grub-stake us for a good long while, and I can't get out of this valley a minute too soon to suit me," he confessed.
Dade followed him to the wagon, meekly enough now that he had received unmistakable proof that Taggart was Calumet's "game," and shortly afterward the wagon pulled out of Lazette and struck the trail toward the Lazy Y. Calumet had some thoughts on the subject but they were all inchoate and unsatisfying.
"He was, but well I beg you to let Major Webb give you his own reasons, general," faltered Dade, sorely embarrassed. "He decided that Field should go " "He asked to go, I suppose It runs in the blood," said the general, quickly, with a keen look from his blue-gray eyes. "I think not, sir; but you will see Webb within a few days and he will tell you all about it.
Since the coincidence had not struck him before, one might guess that he was accustomed to having Dade at his elbow when he was most needed. "Bill Wilson sent word that you were making seven kinds of a fool of yourself Bill named a few of them and advised me to get you out of town. I've more respect for Bill's judgment than ever.
"I don't suppose a prosecution would be pushed now; but he resisted an officer, and anyway I wouldn't like to see him under arrest." "You don't understand. Sandy wouldn't submit quietly." "You think he'd try to bluff them again?" "He isn't a bluff," said Casey. "The kid is serious-minded. That's the trouble. However, I've sent Tom word about Dade. Sandy may be with him; and Tom is cool.
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