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Had Leviatt read the things she had written of him he would have discontinued his visits to the cabin. Several of the Two Diamond punchers, also, were noted as being possible secondary characters. She had found them very amusing. But the hero would be the one character to whom she would devote the concentrated effort of her mind.
There was a hint of mockery in his eyes a chilling mockery, much like that which the manager had seen in them months before when in Dry Bottom the stray-man had told Leviatt that he thought he was a "plum man." But now Stafford stood breathless as he heard the stray-man's voice, directed at Leviatt. "I reckon you think you've been some busy lately," he drawled.
Conversation was mingled with every mouthful. At one end of the table sat an empty plate, with no man on the bench before it. This was the place reserved for Leviatt, the range boss. Next to this place on the right was seated a goodlooking young puncher, whose age might have been estimated at twenty-three. "Skinny" they called him because of his exceeding slenderness.
Dropped down to see how things was runnin'." "Things is quiet," returned Stafford. "There ain't been any cattle missed for a long time. I reckon the new stray-man is doin' some good." Leviatt's eyes glowed. "If you call gassin' with Mary Radford doin' good, why then, he's doin' it!" he snapped. "I ain't heard that he's doin' that," returned Stafford. "I'm tellin' you about it now," said Leviatt.
Until near noon he sat on the rock on the crest of the hill, the lines of his face growing more grim, his anger slowly giving way to the satisfying calmness that comes when the mind has reached a conclusion. There would be a final scene with Leviatt, and then
There ain't a man in the bunch could see a rustler if he'd hobbled a cow and was runnin' her calf off before their eyes!" He hesitated to gain breath before continuing. "What have I got an outfit for? What have I got a range boss for? What have I got !" Leviatt grinned wickedly and Stafford hesitated, his hand upraised. "Your stray-man doin' anything these days?" questioned Leviatt significantly.
"He didn't say just when he was comin' in," returned Stafford. "But I reckon we might expect him any time." Leviatt strode to the door. Looking back over his shoulder, he smiled evilly. "I'm much obliged to you for tellin' me," he said. "We'll be ready for him." A little over an hour after his departure from the hill, Ferguson rode up to the Two Diamond corral gate and dismounted.
Therefore Ferguson did not stop long in the bunkhouse. Without a word he was gone, striding rapidly toward the ranchhouse. They looked after him, saying nothing, but aware that his quest for Leviatt was not without significance. Five minutes later he was in Stafford's office. The latter had been worrying about him. When Ferguson entered the manager's manner was a trifle anxious.
Radford had snapped himself erect, his lips straightening. He suddenly held out a hand to Leviatt. "I'm thanking you," he said steadily. "It's rather late for you to be telling me, but I think it's come in time anyway. I'm watching him for a little while, and if things are as you say " He broke off, his voice filled with a significant grimness. "So-long," he added.
He gravely contemplated the puncher. "I expect you was a long ways off yesterday when Leviatt an' Tucson come in from up the crick?" he asked. "Not a turruble ways off," returned Rope. "I happened to have this end an' they passed right close to me. They clean forgot to speak." "Well, now," said Ferguson. "That was sure careless of them. But I reckon they was busy at somethin' when they passed.
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