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Rex Krane appeared at the door just then and they stopped suddenly. "Clear out of here, you magpies," he commanded, and they scuttled away into the warm rain and the puddles again. "Do you want anything, Gail?" Rex asked, bending over me. I drew his head down with my right arm. "I want that Indian out of here," I whispered.
And so while straying animals were slowly recovered, while the camp was set in order, while the dead were laid with simple reverence in un-coffined graves, and the sick were crudely ministered to, while Beverly grew feverish and his arrow wound became a festering sore, and Rex Krane, master of the company, cared for every thing and everybody with that big mother-heart of his Jondo and Bill Banney pushed alone across the desolate plains toward where the Smoky Hills wrapped in their dim gray-blue mist mark the low watershed that rims the western valley of the Kaw.
But the Krane children and their children's children still make it an abiding-place for us.
He flung out a hand toward Bill Banney without looking away from the open West. "When you want to start back to God's country and the land of Plymouth Rocks and Pawnee Rocks, I'm ready to trot along." "I'm glad to hear you say that, Krane," Esmond Clarenden said. "I shall need all the help I can get on the way back. Because we got through safely we cannot necessarily count on a safe return.
Rex Krane dropped some silver in the priest's hand and we left the church. At the door we passed the Indian boy again, and a third time he gave no sign of seeing us. I was the only one who was troubled, however, for Rex and Beverly did not seem to notice him. As we left the village I caught sight of him again following behind us. "Look there, Bev," I said, in a low voice.
Presently Jondo and Rex Krane and Bill and Beverly rolled their blankets about them and went to sleep, leaving Esmond Clarenden and myself alone beside the dying fire. The air was sharp and the night silence deepened as the stars came into the skies. "Why don't you go to bed, Gail?" my uncle asked. "I'm not sleepy. I'm homesick," I replied. "Come here, boy."
And with my mind full of Eloise and her need I sought out Jondo and listened to his story. Fighting for leave to live and labor well, God flung me peace and ease. I found Jondo in the little piazza opening into the hotel court. "Where did you leave Krane and Bev?" he asked, as I sat down beside him. "I didn't leave them; they left me," I answered. "Oh, you young bucks are all alike.
The evening shadows were lengthening and the peaks of the Sangre-de-Christo range were taking on the scarlet stains of sunset when we raced into town at last. Rex Krane went at once to find Uncle Esmond, and Beverly and I hurried to the hotel to tell Mat of all that we had seen. Her gray eyes were glowing when she met us at the door and led us into a corner where we could talk by ourselves.
My name is Krane, Rex Krane, and in spite of such a floopsy name I hail from Boston, U.S.A." There was a hopeless sagging about the young man's mouth, redeemed only by the twinkle in his eye. Esmond Clarenden gave him a steady measuring look. He estimated men easily, and rarely failed to estimate truly.
Of course, Eloise was glad to find me there poor, hunted, frightened child! She would have been as glad, no doubt, to have found big Bill Banney or Rex Krane, and I had thought her eyes held something just for me that night. She had not seen Beverly at the chapel beside the San Christobal River, and to me she had not given even a parting glance when she went away.
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