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More; the family dared take only a stealthy interest in Martie's affair, because of Malcolm's extraordinary perversity and Len's young scorn. Malcolm, angered by Lydia's fluttered pleasure in the honour Rodney Parker was doing their Martie, was pleased to assume a high and mighty attitude.
But she was not mistaken to-night in thinking that Len's breath was strong from something alcoholic, that Len's eager, loose-lipped speech, his unusual manner She went over and over the words she would use in telling her mother all about it in the morning. The two women would carry heavy hearts on Len's account for the whole cold, silent day.
"I hope he doesn't bolt and give me a chase," reflected the young cowboy. "I haven't much time," and he looked at the declining sun, and thought of Pocus Pete on guard at the corral, waiting for help to mend the broken fence. "It's all Len's fault, too the mean skunk!" said Dave. "If it hadn't been for him the cattle wouldn't have gotten loose.
And yet I don't feel like doing Len any favor. If I take you I may get into trouble with Mr. Molick, too. "Oh, I'll take a chance though. Can't see a horse suffer," Dave went on, and when his own mount had sufficiently refreshed itself with water and food, the young cowboy leaped to the saddle and rode up to Len's animal.
In the Paris edition of the Herald it was convincingly chronicled, and the beautiful dark-haired woman who had thrown away her husband began to see that she had no reserve upon which to fall back. Had Len's modest fortune survived that tempest, it would have been easy to put back into port.
There was no doubt but that some of them had been partly sawed through, in order to weaken them so that only a moderate pressure was required to break them off short, close to the ground. "So that was his game; eh?" exclaimed Dave in a justifiably angry voice. "Whose game?" asked Pocus Pete. "Len's! That's why he wouldn't stop to help me.
Dave also plunged his head down in a puddle and soused his arms and hands in it. "There, I feel better," he said." A heapsight better. And now what am I going to do with you?" he asked as he saw Len's abandoned horse cropping the grass near the tank. "I can't leave you here for rustlers to make off with. You're too good an animal, if you do belong to a mean skunk.
They're bigger and heavier than ours, and I'll toss 'em in. We might need 'em. "Little I thought of the need we would have! And I always laughed at Len's idea of luck and me an Irishman, too." "Mother always said grandfather was queer about such things," Freda remarked. "I remember we had an old jug that he found on one of his birthdays.
The irrigation man left his friends and, crossing the stream on his horse's back, was soon approaching Mr. Molick. "Well, how do you think we're coming on?" asked Len's father. "I took your advice, you see I'm going in with you on this deal. I think it's a good one, I'm ready to sign the papers whenever you say so." "Well er I don't want to disappoint you, after what has taken place, Mr.
I've got it now right here" he thumped his breast "and for twenty years I've hunted for Baby Jean and never found her. "They's gold up there up where Len Prince found it. The paper tells only half o' how to relocate Len's claims. At the beginnin' it says the paper's for Baby Jean, and no one else is to have it. Len knew he was soon goin' to croak and he fixed it for Baby Jean when he was gone.
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