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But," she added, her face growing serious again, "the terrible thing is this: If I marry Cliff, I do it just a LITTLE with other things in view. The children, as you say, and the good opinion of the town, and Pa's happiness, and Len's prosperity, and the pleasure of being mistress of the old house, and dear knows what!
They find Len and the chink, both dead, their faces and tongues But I don't like to remember that! Sometimes the yuccas they whisper about it; but I always plug my ears and begin to sing, or talk to the asses about the fun we'll have when we find Jean Prince and get the gold Len knew about up there Death Valley way. "They turned Len's things over to me.
I don't hurt anybody but myself. Len's wife that's what I call bad." "But I don't think you're bad clear through," tried Emma McChesney. "I don't. That's why I made that proposition to you. That's why I want you to get away from all this, and start over again." "Me?" laughed Blanche LeHaye. "Me! In a office! With ledgers, and sale bills, and accounts, and all that stuff!
"That's all we want," said Dave. Meanwhile the legal tangles increased. A number of suits were started on both sides, and as a result there were several physical clashes between the cowboys of the Bar U and the Centre O ranches. The horse of Pocus Pete was more seriously hurt than he had at first thought, and he had to give his mount a long rest. "But I've got Len's critter!"
An hour later Charlotte, having dispatched considerable business, bundling it out of the way as if it had suddenly become of no account, was delving in a trunk for a frock. "It's the one and only possible thing I have that will do for one of Len's 'little dinners," she was saying to herself. "I know just how she'll be looking, and I must live up to her.
The poor little thing!" "Who are they?" said Paul. "Why, she's a little blonde, sickly-looking thing of sixteen," explained Miss Chisholm, "and Len's a lumberman. They have a little blue-nosed, sickly baby; it was born about six weeks ago, at her father's ranch, above here. She was she had no mother, the poor child "
And she's pretty, and young-looking, and a regular swell. Len says their home is one of the kind where the rubberneck auto stops while the spieler tells the crowd who lives there, and how he made his money. But they haven't any kids, Len told me. He's crazy about 'em. But his wife don't want any. I wish you could have seen Len's face when he was talking about it."
"How'd he get away?" asked Pete, as he saw Dave leading the riderless horse. "Was there any shootin'?" "No, nothing like that," Dave replied. "He jumped on the fast freight, and left his animal behind." "Huh! Well, maybe it's jest as well," the foreman said. "It's one skunk less in a country that's got more than its share. That's a good horse," he went on, sizing up Len's mount. "Yes," said Dave.
For their horses were fresher than was the mount of the youth who had set the fire, and already they had appreciably lessened the distance between them. Len's horse had shown a wonderful burst of speed at first, and he had secured a quick start. "But it won't do him any good," said Dave. "We'll have him ridden down in ten minutes more." "I hope so," murmured Mr. Bellmore, "Why.
The fact of the matter was that Len's tutor, though no doubt a very competent man, had been guilty of indiscretion in unsettling the boy's ideas on certain very important subjects. Well, admitted the mother, perhaps it was so; she would say no more; Mr. Wrybolt, as a man of the world, probably knew best.
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