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Ladd's sombrero was missing; he wore a bloody scarf round his head; sweat and blood and dust had formed a crust on his face; little streams of powdery dust slid from him; and the lower half of his scarred chaps were full of broken white thorns. "Howdy, boys," he drawled. "I shore am glad to see you all." "Where'n hell's your hat?" demanded Belding, furiously. It was a ridiculous greeting.
Nell Burton had never shown to Gale that daring side of her character which had been so suggestively defined in Belding's terse description and Ladd's encomiums, and in her own audacious speech and merry laugh and flashing eye of that never-to-be-forgotten first meeting. She might have been an entirely different girl.
He ran to him calling: "Laddy! Laddy!" "Shore I ain't plugged. It's a damn choya burr. The bullet knocked it in my face. Pull it out!" The oval, long-spiked cone was firmly imbedded in Ladd's cheek. Blood streamed down his face and neck. Carefully, yet with no thought of pain to himself, Gale tried to pull the cactus joint away. It was as firm as if it had been nailed there.
The doctor looked at her with a sardonic smile; he thought it likely that he had discovered her sweetheart. "Who is Mr. Alban Morris?" he asked. "The drawing-master at Miss Ladd's school." Doctor Allday dropped the subject: masters at ladies' schools were not persons who interested him.
Gale followed, leading Mercedes's horse. As he turned he observed that Lash also had dismounted. To keep closely at Ladd's heels without brushing the cactus or stumbling over rocks and depressions was a task Gale found impossible. After he had been stabbed several times by the bayonetlike spikes, which seemed invisible, the matter of caution became equally one of self-preservation.
No discoveries had been made by other persons. In speaking to her staff of teachers, Miss Ladd had alluded to the affair in the most cautious terms. "Circumstances of a private nature have obliged the lady to retire from my school. When we meet after the holidays, another teacher will be in her place." There, Miss Ladd's explanation had begun and ended.
We'll have the police after them. But be sure to keep this to yourself. Now, here's the question I want you to answer: Did anybody outside of the Graham family ever see them beat you?" "Sure," Glen replied quickly. "Byron Scott did. So did Mrs. Pruitt and Guy Davis and Mark Taylor." "Where do they live?" was Miss Ladd's next question. "Byron lives here, so does Mrs. Pruitt.
Cecilia had breakfasted to her heart's content on her favorite dish buttered eggs. She was in such good spirits that she was inclined to be coquettish, even when there was no man present to fascinate. "We are not allowed to talk about love in this school," she said and hid her face behind her fan. "Besides, if it came to Miss Ladd's ears, poor Mr. Morris might lose his situation."
The woman asked for a telegram pad and wrote a few lines. Then she gave the message to the operator with these directions: "I want that to catch Miss Ladd in the limited as soon as possible. Keep it going from station to station until it is delivered. Have the operator who succeeds in getting the message into Miss Ladd's hands wire back 'delivered' as soon as she receives it."
"Under what circumstances is such a proceeding authorized?" was Miss Ladd's next question. "When it is found that local conditions call for the awarding of honors not provided for in the elective list." "Do such honors count for anything in the qualifications for higher rank?"
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