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The sooner you learn what a fool the old sky pilot is, the better. Or, I tell you, Douglas! You preach the next sermon and I promise to come and bring the crowd." Douglas grinned feebly. "I value my life," he answered. Mary Spencer, who was listening to the conversation which took place in her kitchen, now made a suggestion. "Why don't you feed 'em, Doug?
Shortly she was able to stand alone and to ask Doug where he had come from. "My camp is up the mountain a ways. Why didn't you have a fire?" "Lost my pack when I lost Buster. Lost my match-safe when I fell with the little wild mare this afternoon." "I'm going to take you back up to my camp, Judith." "I don't think I can make it, Doug. It would have to be a foot climb." "You must make it.
"Don't you?" asked Peter, looking at her through half-closed eyes. "Why not, Inez?" Douglas, intrigued in spite of himself by this half-whispered conversation, glanced toward Inez. Instantly, Scott thrust the table against him and leaped toward the door. But Doug thrust out a spurred boot and the two young riders went down among the table legs.
"Well, anyhow, you ought to warn Jude," repeated Douglas. "I can't!" said Mary. "Doug, if I do she'd guess how cowardly I am and how I suffer in my mind, I mean," and she put her hands over her face with a dry sob. Douglas put his long young arm about her. "I'll take care of it for you," he said huskily. "Judith don't know it but she's got somebody besides old Peter ridin' herd on her now.
That evening, as Douglas sat in his favorite place beside the alfalfa stack, old Johnny led up his little gray mare. "I'll be cowling myself along home now, Doug," he said. "John is awful insidious to me. I just want to say, Doug, that you're the first man in this valley ever stuck up for me and some day I depone I'll get even with you." "Good for you, Johnny!" nodded Douglas.
He's nothing but a blankety blank sissy like the rest of the sky pilots!" "But can't I believe like you do, Grandma? I'm just the unhappiest guy in the world!" "You mean," the old lady spoke deliberately, "that this is the first funeral you've seen that's set you to thinking and the fear of death is on you for the first time. I hope it'll do you good, Doug. You're an awful rough little devil."
Nor did Douglas wish to bring the matter up when, long after dark, they sat down to their supper of venison and biscuits. He kept Charleton firmly to the story of his capture of each horse and when this was done and the dishes washed, he went to bed. But long after Charleton had crawled in beside him, Doug lay awake thinking of Judith and of the preacher.
'I am writing, he said, enunciating each word distinctly, 'in the hope of arousing the slumbering conscience of the world against this war. 'Canute the Second, commented Watson dryly. 'Doug, said the other, frowning, 'I deserve better than sarcasm from you. 'I'm sorry, said Watson with a laugh, 'but I can't just get this new Austin Selwyn right off the bat.
"He was asleep and we couldn't wake him up." Judith's eyes suddenly filled with horror. "You couldn't wake him up? You mean " Again Douglas nodded. "He was gone, poor old Johnny. For you and me. I came on after you, alone." Judith twisted her hands together. "But dead, Doug! And in such a simple way! O the poor little old chap! I can't forgive myself, Douglas!"
"No; she's really sad. That's why she knows what real happiness is." "Judith, how do you suppose Inez will end?" "Over in the cemetery with a coyote-proof grave like the rest of us. And I ask you, Doug, since that's the end of it, why worry?" "That's the very reason I worry! Life is so short and if we don't find happiness here, we are clean out of luck, forever."
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