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Iris, however, had often been in the room before, and had no time or thought now to give to its appearance. Her eyes darted to the sofa on which her young mother lay. Mrs. Delaney was half-sitting up, and looked almost too young to be the mother of a child as big as Iris. She had one of the most beautiful faces God ever gave to anybody.
Our horses are all gone, the Indians deceived us, and said that some half-breeds from Edmonton had come in the night and had taken them to Duck Lake, but Big Bear's band has taken them and hid them, I am afraid it is all up." My husband and I got up, and Mrs. Delaney came down stairs with a frightened look.
So far as externals went, Mr. Delaney was a very proper man. He behaved with sufficient decorum, and unexpected modesty; and went through the ordeal as composedly as if the occurrence had been frequently before familiar; as indeed we shall discover in the sequel, was certainly the case. But this does not concern us now. Three rooms were thrown open to the company.
"Delaney ought to know better. But yer can't tell the Irish anything." "Humpendinck went with him," put in Dunbar, who had brought the news. "Both the Irishman and the German are smart enough in their way," answered Pawnee Brown. "But they've made a mistake. Cal and Dunbar, you continue at the head, and I'll ride across country and head Delaney and his crowd back through the Allen trail.
An hour after found him again among the boomers. Mike Delaney was just coming in by the Allen trail. The Irishman was much crestfallen over his failure to find a better trail than that selected by the scout, and Rosy was giving it to him with a vengeance. "Th' nixt toime ye go forward it will be undher Pawnee Brown's directions, Moike Delaney!" she cried.
Annixter saw him take off his wide-brimmed hat as he met Hilma, and the two stood there for some moments talking together. Annixter even heard Hilma laughing very gayly at something Delaney was saying. She patted his horse's neck affectionately, and Delaney, drawing the nippers from his belt, made as if to pinch her arm with them. She caught at his wrist and pushed him away, laughing again.
She gulped down a great sob in her throat, and stretching herself by her father's side she put one soft arm round his neck. "Never mind if it is really settled," she said. "I will try hard to bear it." "You are about the bravest little darling in the world," said Mr. Delaney. "What are you talking about, Iris?" cried Apollo, clutching his sister by her long hair as she spoke.
"I haven't any horse to spare just now, Mike," he said; "but hold on, you can have Billy, the mule, if you wish." There was a little twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, but Mike didn't see the twinkle and readily accepted the mule and led him over to where his own turn-out stood. "Moike Delaney, phot kind av a horse do yez call that?" demanded Rosy. "It's a mule, ye ignoramus," he answered.
"Sure, an' Moike Delaney is not here, Dick Arbuckle," came in a female voice. "He's gone off wid Pawnee Brown, and there's no tellin' whin he'll be back. Is yer father gone?" "Yes, and I don't know where," and now Dick stepped closer, as the round and freckled face of Rosy Delaney peered forth from a hole in the canvas end. "He went to bed when I did, and now he's missing." "Saints preserve us!
Now, look here, 'Rion; will you go into the house to steal the cotton wool, or shall I?" "What is that I hear?" said a voice which seemed to come from right over the children's heads. They all looked up in alarm, to see Aunt Jane Dolman and their father standing close by. Mr. Delaney wore an amused, and Aunt Jane a scared expression.
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