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He'd put his neck in a rope to spite the major. But it's a crazy thing, Mr. Kent." "I know it; but if it will give me twenty-four hours " "It won't. They can't get home on our line because we'll be tied up. But they can get the Naught-seven put on the Overland's Limited at A. & T. Junction, and that will put them back here before you've had time to turn around twice. Have they come down yet?"
When Major Guilford left it to come back for a word with M'Tosh, there were five others: the governor, his private secretary, Hawk, Halkett, the general superintendent, and the Overland's vice-president. "All ready, M'Tosh?" said the receiver. "Ready and waiting, Major," was the bland reply. "Who is our engineer?" "Patrick Callahan." "That wild Irishman?
I was merely imagining something." "Red's square," asserted the boy. "Sheriff Tenlow is a splendid shot," murmured Louise, with apparent irrelevance. They had crossed the meadow. Ahead of the sheriff walked Overland, his slouch gone, his head carried high. Collie noted this unusual alertness of poise and wondered. "Don't try the brush," cautioned Tenlow, also aware of Overland's alertness.
"Oh, you can't flim your ole pal, nohow. You're just commencin' life on what that little Louise lady thinks you ought to be. And you will be it some day, if you keep straight. So will I." "You?" Collie was unable to associate a reconstructive idea with Overland's mode of life. "Say! Just as if I never knowed a good woman.
On up the slope they toiled, Winthrop half-forgetting his weariness in thinking of Overland's sprightly experiences with what he termed "the hard ole map this here world." At the summit they paused again to rest. "That was the time," began Overland, "when I writ that there pome called 'Heart Throbs of a Hobo. Listen!"
Then you'll get over the fever and settle down sensible. Three of us could do a heap better than two. I wish Collie was on the job." "I'm willing," said Winthrop. "'Course you are, but you get your half of this as agreed. Collie's share comes out of my half. I'm playin' this hand over the table, in plain sight." Winthrop glanced quickly at Overland's inscrutable face.
I'll furnish the expense money." After the evening meal they drew nearer the fire and smoked in the chill silence. The flames threw strange dancing shadows on the opposite cliff. Winthrop, mindful of Overland's advice, slipped on his coat as the night deepened.
Louise tried to call out, but she was interrupted by Overland's voice. The two men had stopped at the lower side of the great rock. She could hear them plainly, although she could not see them. "Collie we're busted. We're done, Chico. I ain't said nothin' to Billy yet. He's got money, anyway. This here only hits you and me." "What do you mean, Red?"
Overland Red, a harsh note in the somnolence of the place, stepped buoyantly across the square. And here, if ever, Overland was at home. A swarthy, fat Mexican shaved him while a lean old rurale of Overland's earlier acquaintance obligingly accepted some pesos with which to drink the señor's health, and other pesos with which to purchase certain clothing for the señor.
Some class...." And he drifted to sleep. After breakfast Dr. Marshall, who had taken a fancy to Overland, strolled with him over to the bunk-house. Most of the men were on the range. Collie was assembling bits and bridles, saddles, cinchas, and spurs, to complete an equipment for the proposed camping trip in the hills. He was astounded at Overland's appearance.
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