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He chose a day when Langford had ridden away to a distant cow camp, and as when he was following the Double R owner, he did not ride the beaten trail but kept behind the ridges and in the depressions, and when he came within sight of Doubler's cabin he halted to reconnoiter. A swift survey of the corral showed him a rangy, piebald pony, which he knew to belong to Dakota.
She was tired after her long vigil at Doubler's side, but the weariness was entirely physical, for her brain was working rapidly, filling her thoughts with picturesque conjectures, drawing pictures in which she saw Dakota being shot down by Allen's deputies. And he was innocent!
Had the nester died since she had left his cabin? A moment's thought convinced her that this could not be the explanation, for assuredly she would have seen anyone who had arrived at Doubler's cabin; she had scanned the surrounding country before and after leaving the vicinity of the crossing and had seen no signs of anyone.
A chill came into her voice which instantly attracted Doubler's attention. He looked at her with an odd smile. "You know Dakota?" "I have met him." "You don't like him, I reckon?" "No." "Well, now," commented Doubler, "I reckon I've got things mixed. But from Dakota's talk I took it that you an' him was pretty thick." "His talk?"
He had even expected to be allowed to plan the details of the scheme which would have as its object the downfall of the nester, for thus he hoped to satisfy his personal vengeance against the latter. But since the interview with Doubler at Doubler's cabin, Langford had been strangely silent regarding his plans. Not once had he referred to the nester, and his silence had nettled Duncan.
He stopped working with the saddle and looked at Langford. "I reckon, if you've got all those things, that you ought to be satisfied. But of course you ain't satisfied, or you wouldn't want Doubler's land. Did you offer to buy it?" "I asked him to name his own figure, and he wouldn't sell wouldn't even consider selling, though I offered him what I considered a fair price." "That's odd, isn't it?
There's likely to be trouble, for your dad is determined to get Doubler's land." However, that was a subject upon which Sheila did not care to dwell. "I don't think that I am interested in that," she said. "I presume that father is able to take care of his own affairs without any assistance from me." Duncan's eyes lighted with interest.
She must be brave now, for there might still be life in Doubler's body, and she went slowly toward him, cringing and shrinking, along the wall of the cabin. She touched him first, lightly with the tips of her fingers, calling softly to him in a quavering voice.
The water pail was empty and she went down to the river and refilled it, returning to the cabin and again bathing and bandaging Doubler's wound, and placing a fresh cloth on his forehead. For a time she sat watching the injured man, revolving the incident of her discovery of him in her mind, going over and over again the gruesome details.
Perhaps, she speculated, with a flash of dull anger, he had followed her near to Doubler's cabin, perhaps had been near when she had dragged the wounded nester into it. His first word showed her that there was ground for this suspicion. He drew up beside her and looked at her with a queer smile, and she, aware of his guilt, wondered at his composure.
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