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"I serve the coffee, so I sit at the foot; and Mr. Smith may pass the beans over there, and Dicksie, you are to pour the condensed milk into the cups." "Or into the river, just as you like," suggested Whispering Smith. McCloud looked at Marion Sinclair. "Really," he exclaimed, "wherever you are it's fair weather!
"If you are both going, can you be ready by twelve o'clock for the China Mail?" "We can be ready in an hour," declared Dicksie, throwing her arm half around Marion's neck, "can't we, Marion?" "I can be ready in thirty minutes." "Then, by Heaven " McCloud studied his watch. "What is it, George?" "We won't wait for the midnight train.
But, Dicksie, your tramp is a hummer! I've tried to ride him down and wear him out and lose him, and, by Heaven, he turns up every time and has been of more use to me than two men." She put her hand on Whispering Smith's arm. "I told him if he would stop drinking he could be foreman here next season." Puss was putting up the lunch. "Why need you hurry away?" persisted Dicksie.
Let me watch this hen for a few minutes and diagnose her. You go on to your other chickens. I'll stay here and think." Dicksie went down through the yards. When she came back, Whispering Smith was sitting on a cracker-box watching the bantam. The chicken was making desperate efforts to get off Dicksie's cord and join its companions in the runway.
But you know how strange a woman is or perhaps you don't: she doesn't always cease to care for a man when she ceases to trust him. I am not in Marion's confidence, Miss Dicksie. She is another man's wife. I cannot tell how she feels toward him; I know she has often tried to reclaim him from his deviltry. She may try again, that is, she may, for one reason or another, go to him as he asks.
Lance took the cigar from his mouth and returned her look. "I know no such thing," he growled curtly. "And to kill George McCloud, if he can." He stared without reply. "You heard him say so," persisted Dicksie vehemently. Lance crossed his legs and threw back the brim of his hat. "McCloud is nobody's fool. He will look out for himself." "These fiendish wires to Medicine Bend are down.
When Dicksie ran out a few moments afterward for a glass of water for McCloud, Puss was calmly wiping her hands, and in the sink lay the quivering form of young Cæsar. Dicksie caught her favorite up by the legs and suppressed a cry. There could be no mistake. She cast a burning look on Puss. It would do no good to storm now. Dicksie only wrung her hands and returned to McCloud.
"Pluck has nothing to do with it!" exclaimed Dicksie in fiery tones. "I should like to know why you are always talking about my not having courage! This isn't a question of courage. How can I go to a man that I talked to as I talked to him in your house and ask for help? How can I go to him after my cousin has threatened to kill him, and gone into court to prevent his coming on our land?
Dicksie walked around on the porch to the kitchen. A dust-covered man sitting on a limp horse threw back the brim of his hat as he touched it, lifted himself stiffly out of the saddle, and dropped to the ground. He laughed at Dicksie's startled expression. "Don't you know me?" he asked, putting out his hand. It was Whispering Smith. He was a fearful sight.
Why hasn't this line been repaired?" she cried, wringing her hands. "There is no way to give warning to any one that he is coming, and you have let him go!" Lance whirled in his chair. "Damnation! Could I keep him from going?" "You did not want to; you are keeping out of trouble. What do you care whom he kills to-night!" "You've gone crazy, Dicksie. Your imagination has upset your reason.
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