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But then, in almost every characteristic the Irishman differed from his employee. While Jim's word was never questioned even by the veriest sceptic of the plains, McLagan was notoriously the greatest, most optimistic liar in the state of Montana. A reputation that required some niceness of proficiency to retain. McLagan's ranch was known as the "AZ's."
Guess it 'ud bin different if she'd married Jim Thorpe." "I don't know," exclaimed Jane, with some antagonism. "I don't know. Jim Thorpe's a nice seemin' feller enough, someways, but " "But what?" inquired Mrs. Rust, eagerly. "Oh, nothin' much, on'y there's queer yarns goin' of that same Jim Thorpe. Restless was yarning with two of McLagan's boys, who are out huntin' the stolen cattle.
"Peter, I'm going for good. That is, I'm going to quit McLagan's, and get out. You see, I just wanted to have a look at her shack for the last time. I I don't feel I can go without that. She won't see me, and " "Sort of final look round before you quit the sinking ship, eh?" The quiet seriousness of the big man's tone sounded keenly incisive in the stillness of the dark night.
It's positive ridiculous. Wot needs provin' is, who set that brand on McLagan's cattle? That's the question I'm astin'." "Psha! You make me sick!" cried Smallbones, his ferret-eyes dancing with rage. "Put your question. An' when you put it, who's got to get busy answerin'? I tell you it's up to Jim Thorpe to prove he didn't brand 'em. If he can't do that satisfact'ry, then he's got to swing."
He had come and gone a veritable firebrand, and the hot trail he had left behind him was smouldering in a manner unhealthy for the cattle-thieves. When Peter Blunt entered the saloon it was to receive McLagan's tale from all sides.
"It's your brand." Dan's eyes were still averted. "Sure it's my brand. There's no need for more than two eyes to see that." McLagan's quirt again began to beat his boot-leg. Jim understood the temper lying behind that nervous movement. He felt sick. "Wher' d'ye keep your brands?" "There's one here and one up in the hills, in my little implement shack, where I run my cattle.
His mood was pessimistic, even for a man who sees the traffic which is his keenest interest threatened by a marauding gang of land pirates. Maybe it was the wearing hours of McLagan's nagging that caused his mood. Maybe it was an inclination brought about by the long train of disappointments that had been his as he trod his one-way trail.
Yes, where most Eve had sought to shield, she had most surely betrayed by her woman's weakness and fear. For the truth had been forced upon Jim's unsuspicious mind even against himself. Eve's terror, during her long talk with him on his return from McLagan's ranch, had done the very thing she had most sought to prevent.
She had been seen with Jim several times in the village since he had left McLagan's. How many times? Once twice Yes, three times in all. And already the women of the place had started scandalous stories. Would they believe her? If she denounced Will, what then? Their retort would promptly be that she was trying to rid herself of her husband, for her own ends. Oh, it was cruel!
"You love Eve?" Peter abruptly demanded. "For G 's sake, what are you driving at?" "You love her?" Peter's demand would admit of no avoidance. "Better than my life." Jim's answer was deep down in his voice; his whole soul was in his reply. "Then don't quit McLagan's, boy," Peter went on earnestly. "Don't quit Barnriff. Jim, boy, you can't have her, but you can help her to happiness by standing by.
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