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He elected the more difficult route down the stream itself. The South Y.D. ran mostly on a wide gravel bottom; it was possible to pick out a course which kept Pete in water seldom higher than his knees. An hour of this, and Drazk, peering through the trees, could see the nearest of Landson's stacks not half a mile away.
On the way to the chuck-wagon she passed close to George Drazk. It was evident that he had chosen a station with that result in view. She had passed by when she turned, whimsically. "Well, George, how's that Pete-horse?" she said. "Up an comin' all the time, Zen," he answered. She bit her lip over his familiarity, but she had no come-back. She had given him the opening, by calling him "George."
Afterwards you can do as you like." In their struggles they had been getting gradually into deeper water. At this moment they found their feet carried free, and the horses began to swim for the shore. Drazk held to both reins with one hand, still clutching his victim with the other. More than once they went under water together and came up half choking.
"Linder, make a list of what repairs are needed and Drazk will ride to town with it at once. Some of them may have to come out from the city by express. Drazk can get the orders in and a team will follow to bring out the repairs." In a moment Transley's men were busy with wrenches and hammers, replacing knives and appraising damages.
In the excitement of what he had just done Drazk was less responsible than usual. "Hello, Zen!" he said. "Mighty decent of you to ride down an' meet me like this. Mighty decent, Zen!" "I didn't ride down to meet you, Drazk, and you know it. Keep out of the way or I'll use a whip on you!" "Oh, how haughty! Y.D. all over! Never mind, dear, I like you all the better for that. Who wants a tame horse?
"Now perhaps you better run along to that Pete-horse. He looks lonely." "All right," he said, striding away angrily. As he walked his rage deepened, and he turned and shook his fist at her, shouting, "All right, but I'll get you yet, see? You think you're smart, and Transley thinks he's smart, but George Drazk is smarter than both of you, and he'll get you yet."
Transley always knows what he's doing, and why. Y.D. must be worth a million or so, and the girl is all he's got to leave it to. Besides all that, no doubt she's well worth having on her own account." "Well, I'm sorry for the boss," George replied, with great soberness. "I alus hate to disappoint the boss." "Huh!" said Linder. He knew George Drazk too well for further comment.
He should know, or keep his mouth shut. But I allow myself just one guess. Drazk." "Why Drazk?" Y.D. demanded. "He has nothin' to gain, and this prank may put him in the cooler." "Drazk would do anything to be spectacular," Transley explained. "He probably will boast openly about it. You know, he's trying to make an impression on Zen." "Nonsense!"
She was burning with his insults, and if she had had a gun at hand she undoubtedly would have made good her threat. But she had none. Drazk very deliberately turned his horse and rode away toward the meadows. "Oh, won't I fix him!" she said, as she continued her toilet in a fury.
"How about you, Miss? How about you an' me jus' settlin' down?" She did not answer for a moment. Then, in a low voice, "It wouldn't be fair to accept you like this, Mr. Drazk. You don't know anything about me." "An' I don't want to I mean, I don't care what about you." "But it wouldn't be fair until you know," she continued. "There are things I'd have to tell you, and I don't like to."
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