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When Scott finds he hasn't killed you, he'll be back and then you can settle with him. Peter, you telephone my mother I'm going to stay down here for a while and take care of Doug." Peter hesitated. "I don't need you, Jude, though of course, it'll be pleasant to have you here." "It's just as well you feel that way," said Judith, "because I intend to stay, anyhow."
'Are any of you folks going to help me organize a hunt for him?" "How do you know the two old fools didn't set fire to it themselves?" demanded John thickly. "The sky pilot was in bad and that would be a good way out." Douglas swung himself up on the Moose. In the vivid light his lips were twisted contemptuously. "Glad to help you out personally any way, Doug!" exclaimed Jimmy Day.
"Jude, could you get to care for Peter if you thought he cared for you?" "Who, me? Peter? What's the matter with you, Doug? Why, Peter is as old as Dad!" "What difference does that make?" "It wouldn't make any difference if I cared for him," admitted Judith, tapping thoughtfully on the tablecloth with slim brown fingers. "But do you care for him, Judith?" insisted Douglas.
"It's the way he'd like to have gone. You are not to blame." "O, yes, I am. I should have stopped and sent him home. But I was beside myself, Doug, O, you don't know! you can't know!" "You're not to blame yourself about Johnny, I tell you." "Now I never do want to go back! You'll just have to grub-stake me, Doug. Please!" Douglas pushed his hair back from his forehead.
Be here by nine o'clock to-morrow night, wearing chaps. It'll be rough riding and that Moose of yours will be quite considerably broke by the time we get back, Doug. I'll supply the grub." "Fine!" said Scott, rising. "If that's all, I'll be running along. Stage was late to-night and the crowd'll be there getting mail. I'll be with you on time, Charleton."
The fust of this week I seen him side-tracked down the road here in a caboose, while Doug went by in a special." "Abe is a plain man, Sam," the farmer answered solemnly. "But you watch out for him." It was ten o'clock when Stephen descended at his destination. Merciful night hid from his view the forlorn station and the ragged town. The baggage man told him that Mr. Lincoln was at the tavern.
Ray Pelton and Doug Yetsko had their heads out an open window on the right side of the cab of the 'copter truck; Ray was pointing down. "That roof, over there, looks like a good place to land," he said. "We can get down the fire escape, and the hatch to the conveyor belt is only half a block away." Yetsko nodded.
Single cattle tracks here converged and a herd track led on northward. As he stared at it, the bull came thundering down the trail. Doug put the Moose after him but had not followed him for five minutes when Scott broke into the chase from the right. "What do you think you've done, blank you?" he shouted. "What have you done with the rest of the herd?" "Done with the herd?" roared Douglas.
From dawn until dusk, Doug and Judith worked in the fields and tumbled to bed at night as soon as the chores were done. They had many opportunities during the day for conversations, however, for after the hay was raked, Douglas and Judith drove one rick team, John and old Johnny Brown the other.
If his life had been soft and easy, softness and ease did not seem to be wholly necessary to his existence, not even to his peace of mind. For he had that. MacRae often wondered at it, knowing the man's history. Gower joked his way to acceptance among the rowboat men, all but old Doug Sproul, who had forgotten what it was to speak pleasantly to any one.
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