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The horse in question was struggling to his feet, practically unhurt, but undoubtedly in a chastened spirit. One of the boys from the branding pen caught his bridle. Pratt objected to the praise being showered upon him. "Why, folks, I didn't do much," he cried. "It was Frances. She stopped the steer!" "You saved my life, Pratt Sanderson," declared Sue Latrop. "Don't deny it."
"Can't be anything much worse, Daddy," she whispered, "if you are all 'fed up, as the boys say, on 'culchaw'!" He chuckled at that, and began to eye Sue Latrop with more interest. When the shuffle-footed Ming called them to luncheon, he kept close to the girl from Boston, and sat with her and Mrs. Bill Edwards at one of the small tables.
He was thinking of what would have happened had Sue Latrop, the girl from Boston, been here instead of Frances. "Goodness!" Pratt told himself. "They are out of two different worlds; that's sure! And I'm an awful tenderfoot, just as Mrs. Bill Edwards says."
But if that Sue Latrop should see me and say that I was not nice, he'd begin to see, too, that it is a fact. "Riding with the boys here on the ranch, and officiating at the branding-pen, riding herd, cutting out beeves and playing the cowboy generally, has not added to my 'culchaw, that is sure. I don't know that I'd be able to 'act up' in decent society again.
"Jest when Miss Frances says the word, Ma'am," returned the foreman, coolly. "Of course! Frances is mistress of the hunt," said the ranchman's wife, good-naturedly. Sue Latrop had been coaxed to leave her Eastern-bred horse behind on this occasion, and was upon one of the ponies broken to side-saddle work.
When a calf or a yearling was let loose, he ran as hard as he could for a while, with the smoking "monogram," as Sue Latrop called it, the object of his tenderest attention. But the smart of it did not last for long, and the branded stock soon went to graze contentedly outside the corral fence, forgetting the experience. Frances had a chance to speak to Sam for a moment.
And they say he has a treasure chest containing jewels of fabulous value." "A treasure chest!" ejaculated the Boston girl. "Yes, Ma'am!" "Now you are trying to fool me," declared Sue Latrop. "You wait! I expect Frances will wear at the dinner some of those wonderful old jewels the Captain digs out of his chest once in a while. I've heard they are really amazing
She did not think the boys from the ranges, and Sue Latrop and her girl friends, would mix well. But the Captain went ahead with his preparations with his usual energy. He had Mrs. Edwards as chief adviser. But Frances overlooked the plans in the household in her usually capable way. The big drawing-room was thoroughly cleaned and the floor waxed.
The old ranchman was the soul of hospitality. That Frances should seem to ignore her duty as a hostess stung Pratt keenly. He heard Sue Latrop speaking about it. "Went off mad. What else could you expect of a cowgirl?" said the girl from Boston, in her very nastiest tone.
There was nothing foolish about his interest in Frances, but he did crave her friendship and liking. Some of the other men rallied him on his sudden silence, and this gave Sue Latrop an opportunity to say more sarcastic things. "He misses that 'cattle queen," she giggled, but was careful that Mrs. Edwards did not hear what she said. "Too bad; poor little boy!
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