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They followed a twisting trail along the canyon's wall, rode into another pit of darkness, came out into a sandy stretch that seemed hazily familiar to Bud. They crossed this, dove into the bushes following a dim trail, and in ten minutes Eddie's horse backed suddenly against Sunfish's nose.
As she read it over, she thanked the Fates that Eddie's was not a subtile or analytical mind. He would read nothing between the lines. But Gertie? Well, it couldn't be helped! It was some two months after her marriage that she received a letter from Miss Pringle in answer to the one she had written while she was still an inmate of her brother's house.
"Sure," agreed the hairy man, heartily. "What young feller don't? I'll tell you what. Come on over to the office with me and I'll show you some real stuff." "It's my supper time," hesitated Eddie. "I guess I'd better not " "Oh, supper," laughed the man. "You come on and have supper with me, kid." Eddie's pink cheeks went three shades pinker. "Gee! That'd be great. But my mother that is she "
It ain't everybody's got a swell maw like that, an' them as has ought to be good to 'em." Beyond the closed door Eddie's jaw was commencing to tremble. Memory was flooding his heart and his eyes with sweet recollections of an ample breast where he used to pillow his head, of a big capable hand that was wont to smooth his brow and stroke back his red hair. Eddie gulped.
She stood silent, and I added, "I know now whose shadow I saw on the broken panel of that door there, the first Sunday night." "Oh, it was Eddie's," she agreed rather unexpectedly. "And he came to steal the 1920 diary," I supplied. "He came to get a drink from the cellaret, and a cigar from the case. That's the use he made of his power to move these bolts."
"This is sure a great country for hideouts, Mr. Birnie," Eddie ventured when they had put half a mile between themselves and Little Lost, and had come upon Smoky, Sunfish and Eddie's horse feeding quietly in a tiny, spring-watered basin half surrounded with rocks. "If you know the country you can keep dodgin' sheriffs all your life if you just have grub enough to last."
Eddie's eyes sparkled with triumph. He enjoyed his success all the more because his father had indulged in a little good-natured banter as he was starting away, asking him if he should send out a cart to bring home what he would catch. He now felt he could turn the laugh against his father. But who has ever yet caught a fine string of fish without being proud of his success?
Their hilarity was dissipated suddenly, and grave looks were bestowed on Eddie's digits, until Flo's little voice arose like a strain of sweet music to dissipate the clouds. "Oh! never mind," she said; "I's got anuzzer pot in my bag." This had been forgotten. The fact was verified by swift examination, and felicity was restored.
She dried her eyes, yawned once or twice, and looked at me bravely. "I love Eddie Denton!" she said. "I feared as much. When did you feel this coming on?" "It crashed on me like a thunderbolt last night after dinner. We were walking in the garden, and he was just telling me how he had been bitten by a poisonous zongo, when I seemed to go all giddy. When I came to myself I was in Eddie's arms.
Eddie's mother studied the card again, and sighed gently. "I hope," she said, "that Eddie won't get into bad company." After that our postal cards ceased. I wish that there was some way of telling this story so that the end wouldn't come in the middle. But there is none. In our town we know the news before the paper comes out, and we only read it to verify what we have heard.
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