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Trembling and weeping she awoke in the dawn, and the strange pain that had tortured her so much and that she had called hunger and sought to assuage with scraps from the plates that came to the sink at Maverick's became articulate at last. With her hands clasped hard against her breast she found relief in words. "I gotta be somebody," sobbed the child. "I mus' be famous, I mus'!"
Jack seemed to be thinking deeply, and when he at last spoke, it was with great deliberation: "For a long time, as I have become more and more convinced of Lyle's identity, I have been anxious to have her taken away from these surroundings, and placed in the home to which I believe she has a right; but without tangible evidence with which to establish her claims, and also to prove Maverick's guilt, I could think of no feasible plan, nothing that did not seem likely to result in failure, and leave Lyle possibly in a worse condition than at present.
Cattle without brands, that a-way, is to belong to Maverick, that's the scheme, an' as no one sees no reason why not, they lets old Maverick's proposal go as it lays.
She even smiled a little in the greatness of her relief. She saw she had been right to bring the chop, and appreciated that her progress along road to fame would be as slow or fast as she could procure food for him in lesser or larger quantities. "I'll bring you eats," she said cunningly. "From Maverick's," she added.
"Nothing much," answered Morgan, carelessly, "we had some words about that girl of Maverick's; I guess he's a little stuck on her himself, and was afraid I'd be in his way, or something of the kind; I got mad and hit him, or tried to, and he gave me a knock-out." "I was going to say that he doesn't look as though you had hit him very hard," remarked Mr.
The waxy mane of the outlaw filly rocked into view as she sprang up and around the turn on to the ridge. On the maverick's back, bareheaded, her brown hair tumbled about her neck, was Carolyn June. Captain Jack pricked forward his ears at the sound of hoofs and as the beautiful mare leaped around the turn and appeared above the bank of the grade the little roan squealed a nicker of recognition.
"Sometimes, Lyle," said Jack, slowly, "these deep people make a dangerous study; they are likely to become too interesting." "Never you fear for me, Jack," said the girl, with considerable spirit, but kindly, "I know too well how the world would look upon old Jim Maverick's daughter, to carry my heart on my sleeve." Both were silent for a moment, Jack watching her face intently.
There was neither shame nor apology written on her face, as with a calm, bright smile, and the same self-possessed manner, she turned and passed into the house. Upon entering the dining-room, Lyle heard angry words in the kitchen, and paused to listen. The voice was Maverick's. "Who in hell is that new feller you've got up here?"
Both animals seemed hungry for her caresses. "Oh, you darling you wonder!" the Ramblin' Kid Heard Carolyn June say, as she gave the maverick's head a tight squeeze just before running lightly back to the house. "I hope you beat that old Y-Bar horse so bad he'll never want to run again!
How long would it take to get everything ready for action?" Maverick's eyes gleamed; here evidently was to be a piece of work such as he enjoyed! "The powder's all there," he replied, "all there, jest in the right places, an' all there is ter do is ter lay the trains 'round there an' fix a few fuses; 'twouldn't take more'n half an hour, or sech a matter."
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