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"You haul that stuff where you were told to haul it, Barney." Then, "you and I may as well have an understanding right here," he said, as McCloud walked to the head of the mules. "By all means, and I'll begin by countermanding that order right now. Take your load straight back to that car," directed McCloud, pointing up the track.
"But we are doing everything possible for him. He is going to make a perfectly lovely horse." "And whom may I say the message is from?" Though disconcerted, McCloud was regaining his wits. He felt perfectly certain there was no danger, if she knew Sinclair and lived in the mountains, but that she would sometime find out he was not a conductor.
He was not the only man to suffer in the shake-out that took place under the new superintendent; but he seemed the only one unable to realize that Bucks, patient and long-suffering, had put McCloud into the mountain saddle expressly to deal with cases such as his. In the West sympathy is quick but not always discerning. Medicine Bend took Sinclair's grievance as its own.
McCloud?" "Oh, Mr. Bucks!" "Or suppose he should be promoted and should have to go to headquarters some of us are getting old, you know." "Really," Dicksie looked most demure as she filled the president's cup, "really, I often say to Mr. McCloud that I can not believe Mr. Bucks is president of this great road. He always looks to me to be the youngest man on the whole executive staff.
The crowd is celebrating there. It is a défi, you know." "Who are you going to take with you?" "Nobody." McCloud moved uneasily. "I don't like that." "There will be nothing doing. Sinclair may be gone by the time I arrive, but I want to see Bob and Gene Johnson, and scare the Williams Cache coyotes, just to keep their tails between their legs." "I'd like to kill off half a dozen of that gang."
If Theo had considered it worth while, she would have broken her word, and told who "Mrs. May" really was; but that would be worse than useless, as it would only make Angela seem of more importance than at present. However, on hearing that Mrs. May might decide to "run up to Shasta and the McCloud River," she promised herself a certain amount of fun. She had reminded Mrs.
"All the stock caught west of the bridge was sent back for feed and water by my orders. It has all been taken care of. You should have been notified, certainly; it is the business of the stock agent to see to that. Let me inquire about it while you are here, Mr. Dunning," suggested McCloud, ringing for his clerk. Dunning lost no time in expressing himself.
Then she balanced herself with a flushed laugh in the saddle, and he guided her ahead among the loose rocks, the horse nosing at his elbow as they picked their way. Crossing the track, they gained better ground. As they reached the switch and passed a box car, Jim shied, and Dicksie spoke sharply to him. McCloud turned. In the shade of the car lay the tramp.
"I rode around that way about fifteen minutes ago; there was no light." "He must be there," declared McCloud. "Have you the horses below? We will ride over and try the room again." Fort Street back of Front is so quiet after eleven o'clock at night that a footfall echoes in it.
"And if you had not put me to the trouble of following you and it was a lot of trouble! I shouldn't have been in camp to-night," said Whispering Smith. "And if I had not been in trouble this camp wouldn't have been here to-night," declared McCloud. "What have we to thank for it all but trouble?" A voice called the superintendent's name through the tent door. "Mr. McCloud?"
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