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"This is my first real ride on the little wild mare," she said, dropping from the saddle. "Has she gotten over her homesickness, yet?" asked Douglas. "I think so. At least, she follows me around about as close as Wolf Cub does." "You are a wonder, Judith! I wish you thought as much of me as you do of your horses and dog." "You wouldn't let me train you, Doug," said Judith plaintively.
"Who gets the bunk?" asked Judith. "You of course!" Douglas' voice was suddenly harsh again. Judith sat down on the edge of the bunk. In the uncertain light of the candle she looked all eyes. "Doug, what is the matter lately? I never know when you're going to take my head plumb off." "Oh, shut up, can't you! I don't see why girls can't let a fellow alone!"
Doug cleared his throat and rose ostensibly to put a stick of wood in the stove. Old Johnny picked up the rifle and started for the door. "Where are you going, Johnny?" asked Douglas, huskily. "I'm going to watch. Charleton he ain't never going to stop now till he fixes you. He's got to get me first. Maybe I ain't as smart as Prince was but I depone I'll do my best."
It'll be all kinds of experience, you'll get wagon-loads of copy, and when it's all over you'll feel like a man instead of a sissy. With a tired, patient smile Selwyn put out his hand. 'Good-night, Doug, he said. 'I hope you come through all right. When he heard the door close downstairs as Watson went out, Selwyn re-entered the room.
"What did your sister say?" he asked when he found his voice. "She told me not to go any crazier than I already was, and I deponed to her how Doug felt about me, and she went home." The sermon had indeed gone so well and the week that followed was so peaceful that Douglas did not sleep in the chapel on the following Saturday night. When Mr.
He called Prince in and looked inquiringly at two other horses tied to the dilapidated corral fence. They were Beauty, his father's horse, and Yankee, Peter's roan. As Doug sat hesitating, John and Peter came out of the kitchen laughing. They swung, spurs clanking, up to the fence. "What the devil are you doing here, Doug?" asked Peter Knight.
"Can't marry? Why can't Inez marry?" demanded Judith belligerently. "Because no decent man would marry her," returned Douglas flatly. Judith laughed. "You poor old male, you! Will you kindly tell me what man in this valley you consider more decent than Inez?" "I'm decent," said Douglas, flushing, but not the less firmly. Judith's eyes softened. "You've kept that promise, Doug?" "Yes," briefly.
I'd like being on a mountain, I believe did you ever see such hot nights as we're having?" "It's up both," Kate stated briefly. "You'd love it, Marion. There's a log house, and right beside it is a trout stream. And it's only six miles from the railroad, and good road up past the place. A man who has been up there told Doug the professor. Tourists just flock in there.
My sense of humor is my strong point!" "Huh!" sniffed Judith. "You'll need more than what you have, Douglas, in this campaign." "Look here, Doug," urged his father with an obvious effort to be patient, "just what is the joke?" "Now listen, Dad! It's not a joke. I'm in deadly earnest.
And thus the winter slipped away and blue-birds dipped again in the spring beyond the corral. And again alfalfa perfumed the alkaline dust that followed the birds into the Reserve; and then again, frost laid waste the struggling gardens of high altitudes; and for another winter Doug followed traps, varying the monotony by getting out pine-logs for his ranch house.
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