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Updated: June 24, 2025
They were to meet Red at Dent's store on the way back and ride home together. They were strangely clad for their surroundings, the chaps glaringly out of place in the Seaman's Port, and winks were exchanged by the regular habitues when the two punchers entered the room and called for drinks.
Given up his berth on the bonny ship, and his chance of a voyage after his own heart given it up, too, for Isaac Dent, a fellow whom he was quite sure was more or less a bit of a scoundrel. Will was honest, unsuspicious, and guileless; but even he could not quite think the best of a man with Dent's physiognomy. "And I care nought at all for the money," he said to himself.
If Pansy had only known what divine dulness, what ambrosial stupidity, often reclines on those Olympian heights called society! As last she rose. Neither had mentioned Dent's name, though each had been thinking of him all the time. Not a word had been spoken to indicate the recognition of a relationship which one of them so desired and the other so dreaded.
DENT'S house flag was unknown to them before and, on the West Coast, many thought that the Company's presence in the country might be only a brief one, like that of its predecessor, the American syndicate, and, consequently, were afraid to tender their allegiance, since, on the Company's withdrawal, they would be left to the tender mercies of their former Chiefs.
At last she discovered that it was the then popular strains of "The Maiden's Prayer" floating up through the floor from the piano in the sitting-room below. She jumped up, threw a shawl over her nightgown, and hurried downstairs trembling. There was nobody in the sitting-room; the piano was silent. She ran to Mrs. Dent's bedroom and called hysterically: "Emeline! Emeline!"
"Please, papa, grandmamma wants to see you before she goes out. She is going to John Dent's, and to Farnwood, and" "Hush, little chatterbox! this lady cannot be interested in our family revelations. Bid her 'good-afternoon' and come!" He tried to speak playfully, but it was a rigid playfulness. Though a father, it was evident he did not understand children.
But this is remote from our present purpose, and is only thrown out for consideration of the collectors under Mr. Dent's Dog Bill.
A few miles away was the home of his classmate and chum during his last year at the academy, F. T. Dent. One of Dent's sisters was a young lady of seventeen, educated at a St. Louis boarding school. After she returned to her home in the late winter young Grant found the Dent homestead more attractive than ever.
Then, afraid to go away and leave the mad cow-punchers so close to town, he ordered them to drive their herd farther east, nearer to Dent's store, and never to return to San Felippe unless they needed the padre; and they obeyed him after a long talk.
Rebecca looked straight ahead at the race of the river. It was a long ferry. Finally Rebecca herself waxed unexpectedly loquacious. She turned to the other woman and inquired if she knew John Dent's widow who lived in Ford Village. "Her husband died about three years ago," said she, by way of detail. The woman started violently.
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