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John clanked in, but before he could speak Judith rose and shook her forefinger in his face. "Now, Dad," she said steadily, "there's going to be no rowing and no cursing. I'm sick of it! Right here and now I warn you to stop interfering with me or I'll leave!" John raised his ready fist. "None of that!" Doug's voice was quiet. "Finish what you have to say, Jude."
"Yes, and he offered to loan me the money for college. But I won't be beholden to a man outside the family. I'll earn it myself." "What'll you do with a college education after you get it?" Doug's glance was not lazy now, as it rested on the young girl's eager face. "I'll do something beside cooking and horse wrangling for some old Lost Chief rancher, I can tell you that!" cried Judith.
But he would not crowd her. "What is it that makes you so restless, Judith?" he asked gently. "Well, it certainly isn't lack of religion and it certainly isn't lack of marrying," she retorted. "Those are the only suggestions you've ever been able to make about my state of mind." "But, you see," Doug's voice was still gentle, "I don't even know what your state of mind is!
John ended with another groan. Douglas stood clenching and unclenching his gloved hands. Suddenly he turned on his heel. "Come on, Peter." "We can't leave your father this way, Doug." "Come on, I tell you!" Doug's low voice was as hard as his eyes. "Wait!" cried Peter. "Wait! Wait! While Judith freezes to death too!" exclaimed Douglas. "She couldn't freeze to death. She's too mad!" groaned John.
John Spencer, always at his best when great physical demands were being made upon him, came through the winter better than Douglas, whose profound restlessness was beginning to tell even on his youthful strength. It was almost as much of a relief to Doug's family as to Doug to have Charleton Falkner insist, late in April, that Doug go on a wild horse hunt with him.
Scott nodded. They broke camp at once and trotted off, each one for himself. The Moose was not yet a cow-pony, but, from Doug's viewpoint at least, he was now quite manageable. Any one in Lost Chief could rope a steer from a well-trained horse. Douglas proposed to repay Scott's sneer by bringing in on his half-broken mount as many animals as either of his companions on their seasoned cow-ponies.
Douglas slowly pulled off his gloves, and his voice broke boyishly as he said, "You folks are awful kind." "Yes, I've sometimes suspected that us Mormons was almost human beings," grunted Elijah as he pulled on his mackinaw. Doug's cracked lips managed a shadow of his old whimsical smile. Mrs. Nelson heaped his plate and filled his cup with scalding coffee.
Dic saw his imminent danger and with his right hand clasped Doug's left wrist in a grasp that could not be loosened. After several futile attempts to free his wrist, Doug tossed the knife over to his right side. It fell a few inches beyond his reach, and he tried to grasp it. Rita saw that very soon he would reach the knife, and Dic's peril brought back her presence of mind.
But to-night he was not there, nor did his short bark come in response to Doug's whistling. Old Johnny and the preacher came to the door. "Stop your whistling and listen, Douglas," suggested Fowler. Douglas obeyed, and faintly on the frosty air sounded the reiterated yelps of a dog. "That's Prince and he's in trouble!" exclaimed Doug.
By jove, you've grown to be a beautiful woman!" "Huh! Doug says I'm a homely, pug-nosed outlaw." "Doug's a fool kid. It takes a man like me that knows women to appreciate you, Jude." "Doug'll hear you," warned the girl. "He's been dead for an hour. Give me a kiss, Judith." "I don't think I will, I'm too sleepy and tired. Guess I'll go to bed!" She rose, dropping "Bleak House" as she did so. Mrs.
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