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"I hope, Billy," said Tharon severely, and with lofty inconsistency, "that you'll remember your manners an' not start anything. Last's is in for trouble enough without any side issues." "True," said the boy instantly, "I'll promise to leave th' poet alone." Then the talk fell about the new well that had taken the place of the old Crystal and which was proving a huge success.

"And if I get dressed first all but the buttoning, you know she says: "'The last's the best, The second's the same; The first's the worst Of all the game! "And then she keeps telling me 'her little sister never behaved like me. I asked her where her little sister was, and she said she'd gone over Jordan. I'm glad of it! I wish Mahala would go too!" Mrs.

I mean to fight him t' th' last inch o' ground in Lost Valley, th' last word o' law, th' last drop o' blood, both his an' mine. You go down among 'em th' settlers an' take 'em that word from me. Tell 'em Jim Last's daughter stands facin' Courtrey, an' she'll need at her back t' fight him every man in Lost Valley that ain't a coward."

When she again opened her eyes the little winds of day were fanning her cheeks and old Anita was tugging at her shoulders, voluble with fright. To the riders of Last's the tragedy was nothing more than any other that they had known in Lost Valley. They went about their work as usual.

No neither was she like Lola of the Golden Cloud, past-master of men because she had belonged to many. Courtrey, who had run life's gamut himself, thought of Tharon Last's straight young purity with growing desire. It began to obsess him with a mania. His temper, bad at all times, became worse.

"All right!" cried Tharon aloud. "Come on, you bastards! It's the king you come against an' Jim Last's blood! You'll never put a hand on either." She struck her heels into El Rey's flanks, leaned over her pommel, wished she was on the king's bare back, reached her hands far out along the reins and began to call in his ear. "Yeeoo! Yeeoo!

"You want to feed th' buzzards?" the girl asked with an insulting peal of laughter. "Not yet but I'll remember that speech some day." "Remember an' be damned," said Tharon. "Now kindly take your dirty carcass off Last's Holding back to your wife." The fire was flashing a little in her blue eyes as she spoke, and she half turned to enter the house.

There are plenty men drive harder'n I do, and " "Yes. There are some that break down all the other men that work with 'em. They either die, or go crazy, or have to quit, and are no use the rest of their lives. The last's my case, I guess 'complicated by domestic difficulties'!" "You set there and tell me you give up?"

The stranger in the uniform walked forward, went up the steps, crossed the porch, and, stooping, picked up the meal-sack which Tharon had dropped. "Will some one kindly tell me who the young lady is and where she lives?" he asked gravely. Baston, unglued from the wall, spoke up with his usual pompous eagerness. "Tharon, from Last's Holdin'," he said.

"I think I know who the real Jane Finn is, and I've even got an idea where the papers are. That last's only a guess, of course, but I've a sort of feeling it'll turn out right. Anyhow, I enclose it in a sealed envelope for what it's worth. I'm going to ask you not to open it until the very last moment, midnight on the 28th, in fact. You'll understand why in a minute.