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Finally, it occurred to them both that although they were not catching him they were not driving him away. The consequences of that thought were put into shape by Susy with round-eyed significance. "Kla'uns, he bites." Clarence picked up a hard sun-baked clod, and, running forward, threw it at the coyote. It was a clever shot, and struck him on his slouching haunches.
"Take me." She was holding up her hands. He lifted her gently in his arms, dropping her head over his shoulder. "Now," he said cheerfully, "you keep a good lookout that way, and I this, and we'll soon be there." The idea seemed to please her. After Clarence had stumbled on for a few moments, she said, "Do you see anything, Kla'uns?" "Not yet."
"Kla'uns," she said lightly, taking his hand again, "don't you believe it! She won't let you go. You're one of those men that a woman, when she's once hooked on to, won't let go of, even when she believes she no longer loves him, or meets bigger and better men.
The boy hung his head. He knew his reasons were unchanged, but all at once they seemed very foolish and unmanly to speak out. "Only that we were on the keen jump for Injins," continued the stranger, "we wouldn't have seen you at all, and might hev shot you when we did. What possessed you to stay here?" The boy was still silent. "Kla'uns," said a faint, sleepy voice from the mesquite, "take me."
Why, there was that commissary who was buying up dead horses at one end of the field, and selling them to the Government for mess beef at the other; and there was that general who wouldn't make an attack when it rained; and the other general you know who I mean, Kla'uns who wouldn't invade the State where his sister lived; but we straightened them out, somehow, and they were a heap worse than you.
"Come, Kla'uns," said Susy, relapsing again against his shoulder. "Now talk to me! You don't say what you think of me, of my home, of my furniture, of my position even of him! Tell me!" "I find you well, prosperous, and happy," he said, with a faint smile. "Is that all? And how do I look?" She turned her still youthful, mischievous face towards him in the moonlight.
"Get up," said the boy, with a pale, determined face that seemed to have got much older. "You leave me be," said Susy. "Do you want me to go away and leave you?" asked the boy. Susy opened one blue eye furtively in the secure depths of her sun-bonnet, and gazed at his changed face. "Ye-e-s." He pretended to turn away, but really to look at the height of the sinking sun. "Kla'uns!" "Well?"
Behind the curtain there was a small rustic settee; without releasing his arm she sat down, so that when he dropped beside her, their hands met, and mutually clasped. "Now, Kla'uns," she said, with a slight, comfortable shiver as she nestled beside him, "it's a little like your chair down at old Robles, isn't it? tell me! And to think it's five years ago! But, Kla'uns, what's the matter?
I reckon she won't trust herself in Washington again in a hurry." "But I cannot stay here; my career is in the field." "Your career is alongside o' me, honey and Boompointer. But nearer ME. We'll fix all that. I heard something about your being in disgrace, but the story was that you were sweet on some secesh girl down there, and neglected your business, Kla'uns.
But under the cruel sting of Mrs. Peyton's evident annoyance at his reappearance he felt his legs suddenly tremble, and his voice left him. He did not dare to look at Susy. But her voice rose comfortably from the depths of the wagon where she was sitting. "The stage will be gone away, Kla'uns." She too!
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