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"I mean that people are actin' curious them sports inside " he jerked his thumb at the Boosters' Club behind him, "and the authorities." "How do you mean curious?" "Don't show any interest throw a wet blanket over everything as if they wanted to discourage me I'm not sure that they're not tryin' to block me." "But why would they?" Teeters looked incredulous. Lingle shrugged a shoulder.
Kate was leaning against the boulder conjecturing as to whether it was Mormon Joe or the herder who had arrived, when Lingle rode around the side of the hill and came upon her suddenly. Immediately the deputy's face set in lines of sternness. He had been rehearsing his part in the dialogue which was to follow and believed he had it sufficiently well in hand to play the act admirably.
I suppose," to Bowers, "you'll want to start in to-morrow, so I'll go with you and show you the range we're feeding over." With a friendly good night she turned towards the entrance. Lingle rose with a look of desperation on his countenance. "Just a minute." There was that in his voice which made her turn quickly and look from one to the other in wonder.
They were tied with a pink ribbon, and had the appearance of having been read frequently. Lingle fingered the packet uncertainly and then threw it back in the drawer impatiently. "Thunder!" he muttered, "I ain't paid to snoop through a woman's letters."
In the way of food there was only a can of molasses and a half dozen biscuits frozen solid. "Real cozy and homelike," Lingle commented, as he tried to pour himself some cold coffee and found it frozen. "I'll look around a bit and then go up and tell her." "I'd ruther it ud be you than me," Bowers observed grimly. "Can't abide hearin' a female take on and beller. I don't like the sect, noway.
The last time she had questioned Lingle, the deputy had told her with much elation in his manner that "the trail was getting warmer." Now, crushed, heartsick, staggering fairly under the brutal blow that Mrs. Toomey's weak hand had dealt her, it was an ordeal to ride back to Main Street and run the gauntlet.
The truth shining in her clear eyes was unmistakable. Lingle broke off a handful of sagebrush and used it as a makeshift currycomb, while Kate, a little surprised at the action, picked up the bridle reins when he had finished the gratuitous grooming and started the sheep moving. "I'll feed back to camp slowly. Don't wait for me you and the herder eat supper." "Anything I can do, ma'am?"
"Oh, no, thank you." Bowers met the deputy at the door of the cook tent, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Did she beller?" Lingle sat down morosely and removed his spurs before answering. "I didn't tell her." "What!" Bowers fairly jumped at him. "What's the matter?" "She might as well eat her supper, mightn't she?" defiantly. "Do you know what I think?" Bowers pointed a spoon at him accusingly.
"You bet I'm bilious the world looks plumb ja'ndiced!" the deputy answered, with feeling. "What's the matter?" Teeters sobered in sudden anxiety. "Ain't the case " A frown grew between the deputy's eyebrows. "The case is gettin' nowhere. Things don't look right, and I can't exactly put my finger on it." "What do you mean, Lingle?" quickly.
"Teeters and Lingle." "The deputy sheriff?" He nodded. She came a little further into the room with her flour-covered hands. "What did they want, Jap, that's so upset you?" "I'm not upset!" He glared at her. His trembling hand could not touch the match to the cigarette paper. "It's only right that you should tell me," she said firmly. His eyes wavered.
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