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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I puts it this way, Bill: that the telegram traveled faster than old Red could, so no need to hide till tonight, though when you deals with Red, it behooves you to have your gun ready against chances. You want to know about Red Kimball? But I think I'd best wait till Lahoma's letter comes, so my story can tally with hers.
"They don't seem to be no harm in that question, Bill, but you never knows where a first question is leading you. If I refuses to answer what seems fair and square, no suspicions is roused when I refuses to answer what might sound dark and shady. So I banks myself against my general resolution to say nothing beyond Lahoma's word." "Her word says he can prove everything. What is 'everything'?"
Hitherto Wilfred, as guest of honor, had been offered the cabin as his sleeping-quarters, and he had accepted it because of the countless reminders of Lahoma's fresh and innocent life; but this night, he shared the dugout with Bill, from a sense of impending danger.
I have nothing to do with your purposes or plans except to offer the best advice I know you've rejected it, but I'm with you just the same. It strikes me I can help you by going to Kansas City for you need only Bill in the cove, he can bring you Lahoma's letters. I'll hurry to Lahoma; and if she decides to come back, as I'm sure she will very soon well, she'll need a protector.
Lahoma's letter had revived the picture of other days, of another existence, without rousing one wish to return. The only desire it had stirred in his breast was that of seeing Lahoma again, of taking her by the hand to lead her, not back to the old civilization, but to the new.
Spring came late that year, and in the early days of March, Brick rode over to the cove behind the precipice after Bill Atkins. "I want you to come over to my place," he begged, "and answer some of Lahoma's questions. Being closeted with her in that there dugout all winter, she has pumped me as dry as a bone."
"That's what I'll do," Wilfred declared, settling back in his seat, "I'll wait until that next letter comes." While waiting for Lahoma's letter, Wilfred Compton spent his days in ceaseless activity, his evenings in dreamy musings.
Lahoma was not to be seen, but there was the cabin, the dugout and the three cedar trees in whose shade he had made the discovery that he could not regard Lahoma as a little girl. It seemed that the cabin door trembled was Lahoma's hand upon the latch? And when she opened the door, what expression would flash upon that face he remembered so well?
Should you be asked had I ever expressed an opinion as to being a highwayman, or a lowwayman, you can report me as saying 'Not guilty, according." "Brick," interposed Wilfred, returning him the letter, "you're making a mistake not to trust us with the whole truth. If you wait for Lahoma's letters and only admit what she discovers, Bill and I can't form any plan of protecting you.
If not, I'll fight it out along as I always done in times past and gone and bedinged to 'em! I'm sorry my young days was as they was, and for Lahoma's sake I'd cut off this right arm " he held it out, rigidly "if that'd change the past. But the past and bedinged TO it can't be changed. It's there, right over your shoulder, out of reach.
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