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Along the narrow trail they went singly, Melissy leading the way. She made no answer, but at the first opportunity he forced his horse to a level with hers. "Well you heard what I said," he challenged. "The subject is of no importance to me," she said. "It's important to me. I'm not going to have you doing me an injustice. I tell you I'm not married. You've got to believe me."
Before he could make up his mind a light laugh rippled to them from behind the vines on the Lee porch. The disguised outlaw and his friend were startled. Both fled swiftly, with all the pretense of desperate necessity young conspirators love to assume. Melissy went into the house and the laughter died from her lips.
Melissy attended to her duties in the postoffice after the arrival of the stage, and looked after the dining-room as usual, but she was all the time uneasily aware that Jack Flatray had quietly disappeared. Where had he gone? And why? She found no answer to that question, but the ranger dropped in on his bronco in time for supper, imperturbable and self-contained as ever.
'Possum sleepily knocked the ashes out of his pipe and yawned and looked into the fire. "Did you or Uncle Silas ever tell Aunt Melissy about helping Minty Glenwood and Winters to get away?" asked Mr. Crow. "No," said Mr. 'Possum, drowsily; "we knew Aunt Melissy, and thought it was a pretty good plan to let well enough alone." ONCE upon a time Mr.
Even if she did not give him up, his situation was precarious in the extreme. All the trains were being watched; and in spite of this he had to walk boldly to the station, buy a ticket, and pass himself off for an ordinary traveler. Both knew that the chances were against him, but he gave no sign of concern or anxiety. Never had Melissy seen him so full of spirits.
Melissy glanced over her music, and presently ran lightly into Chopin's "Valse Au Petit Chien." She was, after all, only a girl; and there were moments when she forgot to remember that she was wedded to the worst of unhanged villains. When she drowned herself fathoms deep in her music, she had the best chance of forgetting. Chaminade's "The Flatterer" followed.
Her watch told her that it was four-thirty. She had slept scarcely at all during the night, but now she lay down on the bed in her clothes. The next she knew, Rosario was calling her to get up for breakfast. The girl dressed and followed Rosario to the adjoining cabin. MacQueen was not there, and Melissy ate alone.
A minute later, from the place where she lay face down on the bed, Melissy heard him and his men gallop away. Far up in the mountains, in that section where head the Roaring Fork, One Horse Creek, and the Del Oro, is a vast tract of wild, untraveled country known vaguely as the Bad Lands. Somewhere among the thousand and one cañons which cleft the huddled hills lay hidden Dead Man's Cache.
She gave him a look intended to crush his impudence. "No, thank you." He ate a breakfast which she had the cook prepare hurriedly for him, and departed on the horse for which she had telephoned to the nearest livery stable. Melissy was a singularly fearless girl; yet she watched him go with a decided relief, for which she could not account.
I used to wonder how that young man, brought up in town, could take so to such work, and then, after a while, I got to wondering why it took him and Minty Glenwood, as we always called her, so long to get through. "That was the first thing Aunt Melissy wondered, too.
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