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Miss Longstreth and Ruth had come in sight, were swiftly approaching, evidently alarmed. The two men succeeded in drawing Lawson into the house before the girls saw him. "Duane, you're not hard hit?" said Longstreth. "Reckon not," replied Duane. "I'm sorry. If only you could have told me sooner! Lawson, damn him! Always I've split over him!" "But the last time, Longstreth."
However, Miss Longstreth and Ruth, after the nature of tender and practical girls, did not appear to take the sad situation to heart. The havoc was wrought in that household. The needs now were cheerfulness, kindness, help, action and these the girls furnished with a spirit that did Duane good. "Mrs. Laramie, who dressed this baby?" presently asked Miss Longstreth.
The young women present stared in astonishment, if they were not equally perturbed. There were cowboys present who suddenly grew intent and still. By these things Duane gathered that his appearance must be disconcerting. He was panting. He wore no hat or coat. His big gun-sheath showed plainly at his hip. Sight of Miss Longstreth had an unaccountable effect upon Duane.
I've sworn to get him. I'm bound by more than law or oaths. I can't break what binds me. And I must disgrace you wreck your lifer Why, Miss Longstreth, I believe I I love you. It's all come in a rush. I'd die for you if I could. How fatal terrible this is! How things work out!" She slipped to her knees, with her hands on his. "You won't kill him?" she implored.
He strode the room; he cursed. Then Longstreth returned, now appreciably calmer. Duane could not but decide that he felt relief at the evident rejection of Lawson's proposal. "Don't fuss about it, Floyd," he said. "You see I can't help it. We're pretty wild out here, but I can't rope my daughter and give her to you as I would an unruly steer."
Thud! went his bullet, and he could not tell on the instant whether it hit the robber or went into the ceiling. Then the robber's gun boomed harmlessly. He fell with blood spurting over his face. Duane realized he had hit him, but the small bullet had glanced. Miss Longstreth reeled and might have fallen had Duane not supported her.
Not a ray of light escaped from the window. Little doubt there was that his talk with Longstreth would be interesting to Duane. He tiptoed to the door and listened, but could hear only a murmur of voices. Besides, that position was too risky. He went round the corner of the house. This side of the big adobe house was of much older construction than the back and larger part.
Why, Lawson won't sleep of nights now. He an' Longstreth have always been after me." "Laramie, what are your eyes for?" demanded Duane. "Watch out. And now here. See your friend Morton. Tell him this game grows hot. Together you approach four or five men you know well and can absolutely trust. I may need your help."
And Knell, who sat there, tall, slim, like a boy in build, like a boy in years, with his pale, smooth, expressionless face and his cold, gray eyes. And Longstreth, who leaned against the wall, handsome, with his dark face and beard like an aristocrat, resembled many a rich Louisiana planter Duane had met.
He had struck some kind of a hot trait, and he meant to see where it led. It was by no means unlikely that Cheseldine might be at the other end. Duane controlled a mounting eagerness. But ever and anon it was shot through with a remembrance of Ray Longstreth. He suspected her father of being not what he pretended. He might, very probably would, bring sorrow and shame to this young woman.
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