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Updated: May 17, 2025
"And this Cunnel Cunnel " "Colonel Doolittle?" "Uh-huh. Will he help me, do you s'pose, to get my Little Hawss cured of his lameness?" "You may count on that." "Who else is comin' here to see you?" she inquired, as they left Little Hawss wistfully agaze at them across the old log fence. Layson, for no reason he could think of, felt a bit uncomfortable, as he replied.
She had not exactly feared that trouble really would come between the men, but Lorey came of violent stock and his face had been dark and threatening. She saw Layson long before he knew that she was there. "Oh," she cried, relieved, "that you?" He hurried to her.
Now I never see you unless I come over here; and no matter what I do, you don't seem to care." Layson was uneasy. He had been aware, for a long time, that, sooner or later, a complete understanding of his changed feelings toward this girl, must, in some way, be accomplished. Now seemed a good time for it, yet he hesitated at the thought of it. But the thing had to be gone through with.
He held out his hand, evidently with no thought but that the questionable offer would be snapped up at once. Layson drew back angrily. "No," he replied. Holton, seeing that he had made a serious mistake, tried to correct it. "Oh, shucks, now! I didn't mean no harm. That's only business." Layson was intensely angered.
There were few bolts of cloth, of whatever quality or character in the pitiful little general-store's stock which both women did not finger speculatively that morning; there was not a piece of pinchbeck jewelry in the small showcase which they did not study carefully. Especially Madge dwelt on combs, for Layson, once, had mentioned combs as parts of the adornment of the women whom he knew.
She thought of tales which she had heard by mountain fireplaces about "bad men," who, when they first had heard a bullet's song, had dodged and whitened, only to recover quickly and be nerved to peril evermore thereafter. Her doubt of Layson fell away completely.
That he was one of Layson's friends from the low-country would, he thought, be proof enough that he was not an enemy of mountain-folk. Layson, he knew, was generally regarded with good will by the shy dwellers in this wilderness. But when he clearly saw Joe Lorey's face a thrill shot through him far more lasting than the little tremor born, at first, of the command to halt.
Maybe I ain't had no learnin' in politeness, but it seems to me I would a been a little more so, just the same, if I'd been in her place. She don't like me, she don't, an' I why, I just hates her! Her with her ombril up, an' not a cloud in sight!" Layson looked at her and laughed.
There's no tellin' what minute your life may be in danger." "I don't believe it of Joe Lorey," Layson answered earnestly. "We fought, and he fought fair." After they had gone, Joe crept out from his hiding place among the shrubbery and looked after them with puzzled, pain-filled eyes, like a great animal's. "If they'd only knowed that I war standin' in th' shadder there!" he mused.
Take my advice, turn back to the mountings." She looked at him with that same smile, still unimpressed. For no reason which he could have well explained the man was almost panic-stricken in his keen anxiety to get the girl away from the old Layson homestead and the possibility of meeting those who dwelt therein.
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