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"I expect she did that's Myrt, every rattle uh the box," Weary cut in dryly. "And she she said you had to leave home in the night " "Oh, she did, eh? Well, Girlie, if the time-table hasn't changed, Miss Myrt Forsyth sneaked off the same way. The train west leaves or did leave Chadville along about midnight, so Say, it feels good to be back, little schoolma'am. You don't know how good "
And if I did, I know about where to locate the source of all the information you've loaded up on. Things were going smooth as silk till Myrt Forsyth drifted out here the red-headed little devil!" "Mr. Davidson!" cried the schoolma'am, truly shocked. "Oh, I'm revealing some more low, brutal instincts, I expect I'm liable to reveal a lot more if I hang around much longer."
"That's a word I don't remember was ever shot at me before," said Weary, the blood showing through the skin on his cheeks. "If that damned Myrt has been telling yuh " "I didn't think you would speak like that about a woman, Mr. Davidson," said the schoolma'am with disapproval in her tone; and the disapproval not going very deep, there was the more of it upon the surface.
"You used to know her?" asked Miss Satterly, politely. "Well, I should say yes. I used to go to school with Myrt. How do you like her?" "Lovely," said Miss Satterly, this time without fervor. Weary began digging a trench with his spurs. He wished the schoolma'am would not limit herself so rigidly to that one adjective.
Weary laughed reminiscently. "She said I think you misunderstood her. She appears to " Miss Satterly, though she felt that she was being very generous, did not quite know how to finish. "Not on your life! It was the first time I ever did understand Myrt. When I left there I wasn't doing any guessing."
"But for the Lord's sake don't take up that talking in italics like Myrt does. I can't stand this bearing down hard on every other word. It sets my teeth all on edge." The schoolma'am opened her eyes wider. Was it possible Weary was acquiring an irritable temper? "Second," she went on deliberately, "I do not consider that I have been mean to you; and if I have it is because I choose to be so."
You just go ahead and make a bosom friend uh Myrt Forsyth, Schoolma'am, and believe every blamed lie she tells yuh. I won't be here to argue the point. Looks to me like I'm about due to drift." Miss Satterly, dumb with fear of what his words might mean, sat stiffly while Weary got up and mounted Glory in a business like manner that was extremely disquieting.
"Why, no, I can't say I'm particularly anxious to get out, but I think I'd like to change around a little. If you'll just step over here, I'll run the car for you, my dear. I don't think Myrtle is ready to go back yet. How 'bout it, Myrt?" He turned and deliberately winked at Myrtle, who leaned over with a light laugh, and patted Leslie on the shoulder.
"Well, it come near serving you right," Weary told her, relishfully grinning over the word she used. "What made yuh chase me off?" "I don't know; I " "I guess yuh don't, all right," agreed Weary, giving a little squeeze by way of making quite sure he had her there. "Say, what was that yarn Myrt Forsyth told yuh about me?" "I I don't know. She she hinted a lot "
Miss Satterly sat more erect, if that were possible. She had not known of this last meeting, and she had merely shot at random, anyway. "At least," he amended, watching her from the corner of his eye, "I saw a woman and a man ride over the hill back of Denson's, last night. The man was Bert, and the woman had red hair; I took it to be Myrt."
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