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Where are the others?" she demanded. "Allen and his men have gone back to Lazette," returned Dakota quietly. "This means" he pointed to Langford "that we're going to have a little talk about things." Sheila rose. "I don't care to hear any talk; I am not interested." "You'll be interested in my talk," said Dakota. Curiously, he seemed to be invested with a new character.
She had not seen Masten. A month had slipped by since the day of his departure, when she got a note from him, by messenger, from Lazette, saying that his business was not yet concluded, and that possibly, two weeks more would elapse before he would be able to visit the Flying W.
"I know that you've sent Duncan to Lazette for the sheriff. The doctor told me he'd met him, Duncan and the doctor says Duncan told him that you'd said that I fixed Doubler. How do you know I did?" "Duncan saw you," said Langford. Dakota's lips curled. "Duncan tell you that?" he questioned. At Langford's nod he laughed harshly. "So it's a plant, eh?" he said, with a mirthless chuckle.
How long she had been unconscious of them she did not know, but presently she was awake again and listening. Dakota's laugh had awakened her. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw that he was still seated in the chair beside the wall and that his eyes were alight with interest as he watched the parson. "So you're going to Lazette, taking it on to him?" The parson nodded, smiling.
She had tried to dissuade Uncle Jep and Aunt Martha from making the trip to Lazette today, but, for reasons which she would not have admitted and did not admit, even to herself she had not argued very strongly. And she had watched them go with mingled regret and satisfaction; two emotions that persisted in battling within her until they brought the disquiet that had flushed her cheeks.
And presently, looking toward the rim of the mesa, they saw Williams and his men coming toward them from Lazette, with many wagons, loaded with supplies and material for the new dam, forecasting a new day and a new prosperity for the Double A and themselves. "That's for a new deal," said Sanderson, watching the wagons and men. "Wrong," she laughed, happily, "it is all for a 'Square' Deal!"
"You must have seen them," she added, with a hope that some one at the ranchhouse might have seen him. She would have felt more secure if she had known that someone had seen him. "Nothin' doin'," he said, a queer leap in his voice. "I come straight from the shack, by the Lazette trail. How does it come that you're here, alone? What did Catherson an' Hagar go to the Flyin' W for?
He gave the engineer the package of bills he had taken from the table. "Here is ten thousand dollars," he said. "You take your men, ride over to Lazette, get your supplies, an' hustle them right back here. It ain't likely there'll be any more trouble, but we ain't takin' any chances.
"To-morrow," she said. "In the afternoon. I shall have my trunks taken over to Lazette in the morning." "In the morning?" said Langford, puzzled. "Why not ride over with them, in the afternoon, in the buckboard?" "I shall ride my pony. The man can return him." She took a step toward the door, but halted before reaching it, turning to look back at him.
Sheila nodded. "Well, it's been right wet to-night, an' it ain't no night to be galivantin' around the country. Where you goin' to?" "To the Double R ranch." "Where's the Double R?" asked the parson. "West," Dakota answered for Sheila; "twenty miles." "Off my trail," said the parson. "I'm travelin' to Lazette." He laughed, shortly.
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