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"When was it you first began to pine for her? About the period of second dentition?" "Oh, betimes; and betimes I was disappointed." "Well, unless it was for the girl herself, I'd keep out of that Snake River," my husband advised. Kitty's face wore a slightly strained expression of perfect vacancy. "Do you know who Harshaw's 'girl' was?"
They killed three. While Bob gathered and chopped up a down and dead tree the others skinned the game. There was dry wood in Harshaw's saddle-bags with which to start a fire. Soon Dillon had a blaze going which became a crackling, roaring furnace. They ate a supper of broiled venison without trimmings. "Might be a heap worse," Dud said while he was smoking afterward before the glowing pine knots.
Another thing happened on our way here which may perversely have helped to confirm her in this pretty notion of Harshaw's disinterestedness. The wagon had struck a streak of heavy sand, and we were all walking. We stood and watched him, because he drank with such deep enjoyment, stooping bareheaded on his hands and knees, and putting his hot face to the water.
The cavalcade moved at once. Harshaw's rangers caught up with the militia an hour later. The valley men were big, tanned, outdoor fellows, whereas the militia company was composed of young lads from Colorado towns, most of them slight and not yet fully developed. The state troopers were, however, brisk, alert, and soldierly.
He ce'tainly was a sight rollin' down Main Street anchored to that critter's tail." "I'll bet Blister was glad to put his foot on the rail at Dolan's," Dud murmured. "I'd be kinda glad to do that same my own se'f right now." "Blister went to bed and stayed there for a spell. He was a sick man." Harshaw's eye caught sight of some black specks on a distant hillside. "Cattle.
Harshaw's, and said that if they had not found us there or learned by him that we were near by, that they would not have followed us any further, as it was then almost dark and they had already followed us ten miles.
This had been our objective point upon our escape from Columbia; and when we were unfortunately recaptured by Dick Hancock and Tom Hubbard, we were just intending, after getting something to eat at Mr. Harshaw's, to at once go into the woods, and not leave them again until we had gained the river, which was only about two miles ahead.
It was last Friday, after one of Harshaw's entirely frank but perfectly unexplained absences, that he came into camp and inquired if there was any clam-broth left in the kitchen. I referred him to the cook. Finding there was, he returned to me and asked if he might take a tin of it to Miss Malcolm for her patient. "Who is Miss Malcolm?" I asked.
Every man had found such cover as he could, but the numbers on both sides made it impossible for all to remain wholly hidden. The casualties among the troopers had been, however, very light since the first disastrous rush over the bluff. Dud caught Harshaw's arm. "Look!" he cried, keenly excited. A man had emerged from the bushes and was running across the flat toward the ridge.
Presently June lifted her eyes to his. "Dud says you an' he are going to take up preëmptions and run cattle of your own," she began. "Yes. Harshaw's going to stake us. We'll divide the increase." "I'm glad. Dud ought to quit going rippity-cut every which way. No use his wastin' five or six years before he gets started for himself." "No," Bob assented. "You're steadier than he is.
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