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Mrs Hardman's duties as hostess could not be neglected, and she mixed with her guests with the dignified affability of former years. In watching her son's proceedings, she had frequent occasion to bewail a coarseness and impetuosity of manner, which had doubtless been imbibed from his recent adventures.
Hardman's receipt, Gail," she announced, briefly, entering the kitchen where the two older girls were still discussing the new problem. "Where did you get the money!" asked Faith severely. "I took the licking," was the short answer. "Took the licking! From whom!" "Mr. Hardman." "Do you mean to say that Mr. Hardman whipped you!" "Yes, I do. I went over and told him to."
But it was the girl who first seemed drawn by Pan's piercing gaze. She caught it then looked a second time. Sliding off the arms of Hardman's chair she moved with undulating motion of her slender form, and with bright eyes, round the table toward Pan. And at that moment Dick Hardman looked up from his cards and watched her. "Hello, cowboy.
They're too darned busy now workin', gettin' on their feet." "Ah-uh. I savvy. I reckon you're giving me a hunch that in your private opinion Matthews isn't exactly straight where some interests are concerned. Hardman's for instance. I've run across that sort of deal in half a dozen towns." "You got me," replied Brown, soberly. "But please regard that as my confidential opinion.
Dad will tell me.... Jim Blake, now, what become of him?" "Jim, a while back, I reckon some years though after you left home, was foreman for Hardman's outfit. An' he went to Marco first. Reckon Hardman sent him up there to scout around." "Did Jim take his family along?" inquired Pan, pondering. "No. But they left soon after. In fact, now I tax myself, several homesteaders from hereabouts went.
She had an ambitious spirit, and Dodbury doubted not that the grand reception-fête was organised for the purpose of carrying out some great project connected with her son. The day of Herbert Hardman's arrival from France proved auspicious. It was a lovely day in the middle of June.
And I certainly would rather give up my life than the things we are fighting for the things you taught me to believe are according to the will of God. So good-night for the present, Uncle, and sleep well. "Your loving nephew and son, Hardman's hand shook a little as he laid the paper on the table. "It is a beautiful letter," he said.
"But I'm gamblin' Hardman's outfit won't break their necks tellin' aboot this. Now you jest see." "Well, let's wait, then," replied Pan. "Wrap them up in tarps and lay them here in the shade." The trapped wild horses, cracking their hoofs and whistling in the huge corrals, did not at the moment attract Pan or wean him away from the deep unsettled condition of mind.
Hardman's machinations back there in Marco were those of a crooked man who played safe. There was nothing big or bold about him, none of the earmarks of the old frontier rustler. Matthews was still less of a character to fear. Dick Hardman was a dissolute and depraved youth, scarcely to be considered.
For a moment all seemed opaque, with blurred images. There was a crash, crash, crash of something beating at his ears. How long this terrible oblivion possessed Pan he did not know. But at Hardman's move to enter the stage, he came back a million times more alive than ever he had been possessed of devils. With one powerful lunge he jerked Hardman back and flung him sprawling into the dust.
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