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Wilson fought and held his own until Jack began to kick his injured foot. Then Wilson fainted and and Jack beat him." Lem dropped his head, evidently to hide his expression. "Wal, dog-gone me!" he ejaculated. "Thet's too bad." Columbine left the cowboy and rode up the lane toward Wade's cabin.
The first one seemed in direct proximity to the hut; the last ones came faintly from the shore of the lake. When she saw the gun, Ann whitened to the ears, and the threat in Everett's eyes caused Lem to gurgle in his throat, as if he would speak but could not. "I told you," said Everett, with his lips close to Fledra's ear, "that I would use any means to get you.... Stand aside there you two!"
"But I'm sorry Jack was hurt." "Thank goodness it's no worse!" exclaimed Cora. "But, Mr. Hastings, whom do you think paid Lem to do such a mean thing?" "I'd rather not say," answered the young garage manager. "But I shall keep my ears and eyes open, and if I find out what I suspect to be true well, there'll be trouble for somebody." He spoke with flashing eyes, and Cora looked at him admiringly.
"I've heard it straight that every pauper had a suit o' clothes, a coffin, a six-foot grave, and a headboard comin' to him from the County. That's the law." "Look here, Lem, use a little sense. Now what's the use spendin' County money on these paupers from God knows where? That's a good blanket." "Oh, yes, that's a peach of a blanket. Kind of a shame to waste such a good blanket, ain't it?
"Most folks that hasn't went West or died is afeard of Jethro Bass." "Daddy isn't afraid of him, and I'm not," said Cynthia. "That's right, Cynthy," said Lem, leaning over and giving a tug to the pigtail that hung down her back; "there hain't nothin' to be afeard of." "I like him," said Cynthia; "he's very good to me." "You stick to him, Cynthy," said the stage driver. "Ready, Will?"
"Thet'd be mighty fine for us, but I'm feared it ain't writ in the fatal history of White Slides," replied Jim. "Buster Jack will run over the ole man an' marry you," added Lem. "Oh, so that's your idea," rejoined Columbine, lightly. "Well, if such a thing did come to pass I'd be your boss more than ever." "I reckon no, Miss Collie, for we'll not be ridin' fer White Sides," said Jim, simply.
We have decided that we may be quite sure, also, that the men that hid the cache so carefully were none of our own Bay people, but men from the lumber camp. We have heard of nothing else than Lem Horn's silver fox having been stolen in the Bay. We have some ground, therefore, to suppose that the 'swag' is Lem Horn's silver fox.
Take a lickin', an' I bet ye'll stay to hum. I would!" With a spiteful shake of the black curls, she rubbed a bare toe over Snatchet's yellow back. "I wish I was a boy," she went on. "While I hate stealin', I'd do it to have ye stay to hum, Flukey; then ye'd get well. And " She broke off abruptly and lowered her eyes to the shore, where Lem and Lon were in earnest conversation.
Neither knew that the other was Scraggy; but, with a lust for mystery and evil, they slipped out with no word. Lon made off to view the Shellington home once more, and Lem disappeared in the direction from which Everett had come, easily following the tracks in the snow. Coming within sight of the vault, Lem rounded it fearfully.
"Then ye'd better trot hum," put in Lem, "if ye don't want another beatin'." "I ain't goin' to get no beatin' tonight," assured the woman, throwing one arm over the bristling cat, "'cause I comed to tell ye somethin'." Lem turned on her sharply; for Scraggy seemed to speak sanely.
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