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The Big Chimney men assented, but with sudden misgiving. "What was that job ye said ye were wantin' me forr?" "Oh, Maudie's got a friend of hers to fix it up." "Fix what up?" demanded Potts. "Little postscript to my will." Mac jerked his head at the nurse. With that clear sight of dying eyes the Colonel understood.
Everybody on Bonanza knew that the Colonel had left off struggling to get out of his bed to go to work, had left off calling for his pardner. Quite in his right senses again, he could take in Maudie's explanation that the Boy was gone to Dawson, probably to get something for the Colonel to eat.
Steadman having devised a new, original way of making Maudie's hair into large, loose "natural" curls, which were very handsome, and not until this day did Mrs. Steadman show to the public the method of "setting." Mr.
Sitting down before her victim, she took Maudie's reluctant hands in hers and gazed deep into her eyes as mamma was wont to gaze into hers on the various occasions when serious talks became necessary. "Now, Genevieve Maud," she began, "you mus' listen an' you mus' mind, or you can't play. Ain't you havin' a good time?
In her proud beauty and in her affianced state she could afford to be exuberantly kind. And Booty in his vision of nearness had been counting on the long journey by night from Regent Street to Wandsworth High Street alone with Maudie; and, though Miss Dymond practically effaced herself, it wasn't with a girl of Maudie's temperament the same thing at all.
"Maudie's lined the tent with black drill," said the Colonel. "You brought home anything to eat?" "Oh, well, that's the main thing," said the Colonel, battling with disappointment. Pricked by some quickened memory of the Boy's last home-coming: "I've had pretty queer dreams about you: been givin' Maudie the meanest kind of a time." "Don't go gassin', Colonel," admonished the nurse.
Maudie's suspicions were but too well-founded. The girl went straight to Four-Pound-the-Second's loose-box and opened it. The Monster-without-Manners emerged and greeted his mistress with yawns. The brown horse with the tan muzzle shifted slowly toward her. She ran her eye over him, adjusted a bandage, and went out into the yard.
Maudie's log-cabin was a cheerful place, its one room, neatly kept, lined throughout with red and white drill, hung with marten and fox, carpeted with wolf and caribou. The single sign of disorder was that the bed was pulled out a little from its place in the angle of the wall above the patent condenser stove.
When the Boy got to Pitcairn's prospect hole, there were already six claims gone. He proceeded to stake the seventh, next to Maudie's. That person, with flaming cheeks, was driving her last location-post into a snow-drift with a piece of water-worn obsidian. The Colonel came along in time to stake No. 14 Below, under Maudie's personal supervision.
"Y-yes." "Not when we all were! No!" Maudie's tear-washed eyes were regaining a dangerous brightness. "I wanted him to come with me. He wouldn't, and we quarrelled." "We didn't." "You didn't quarrel?" put in the Judge. "We did," said Maudie, breathless. "Not about that. It was because she wanted another feller to come, too." Again he shot an angry glance at the Kentuckian.
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