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Updated: June 16, 2025
Oh! he was mean to you, Molly dear! A fellow like Ratty M'Gill will stand watching, sure enough." Finally, she got the saddle cinched upon the nervous pinto and rode her out of the corral and away to the ranges for her usual round of the various camps. She had not been as far as the West Run for several days. Cow-ponies are never trained to trot.
It was evidently used for dancing. There was a talking machine as well as a piano. The girl played the latter very nicely indeed. There were a few scratches on the floor of the room, and she saw Pratt looking at them. "I told Ratty M'Gill he shouldn't come in here with the rest of the boys to dance if he didn't take his spurs off," she said.
After all, Ratty M'Gill was little more than a reckless boy; but this older man was vile and bad. As he squatted over the fire, puffing at his pipe, with his head craned forward, he looked like nothing so much as a bald-headed buzzard, such as she had seen roosting on dead trees or old barn-roofs, outside of Amarillo. Pete finally knocked the ashes out of his pipe on his boot heel and then arose.
I gotter git inside that hacienda." "Walk in. The door's open." "You think you are smart, don't you?" snarled Pete, in anger. "You tell me where the chest is located; but it couldn't be brought out by day. But at night My soul, man! I had the team all ready and waiting the other night, and I could have got the thing if I'd had luck." "You didn't have luck," chuckled Ratty M'Gill.
The girl jerked Molly's head around and they dropped back behind the wagon which kept on lumberingly, with Mack still asleep on the seat. From the south from the direction of the distant river a rider came galloping up the trail. "Why!" murmured Frances. "It's Ratty M'Gill!" The ex-cowboy of the Bar-T swung around upon the trail, as though headed east, and grinned at the ranchman's daughter.
"Hold on, Frances! Ye better listen to me a minute!" shouted the ex-cowboy behind her. She gave him no attention. Molly sprang ahead and she met Pratt not far from the wagon. He stopped abruptly, as did the girl of the ranges. Ratty M'Gill brought his own mount to a sudden halt within a few yards. "Hello!" exclaimed Pratt. "What's the matter, Frances?" "Why, Pratt!
By this time the paternal purse was lean, for the demands of a growing family and his own generous disposition helped to reduce the surveyor's means, which never had been too abundant. The young student, thrown on his own resources, secured a post in the law office of Laflamme and Laflamme which enabled him to undertake the law course in M'Gill University.
She had conquered the steer in a few seconds; the herd was now thundering down upon them. M'Gill, on the black pony, dashed by. "Bully for you, Miss Frances," he yelled. "You wait, Ratty!" Frances said; but, of course, only Pratt heard. "Father and Sam will jack you up for this, and no mistake!"
She could not tell her father about him; and she shrank from revealing the puncher's villainy to Silent Sam Harding. Indeed, she was afraid of what Sam and the other boys on the ranch might do to punish Ratty M'Gill. The Bar-T punchers might be rather rough with a fellow like Ratty. Frances believed the boys on the Bar-T were loyal to her father and herself.
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