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They had been so interested in their conversation that they did not hear him ride up to the house. "Hello, Polly! Hello, Bud!" were his cordial greetings, for he was determined to ignore his former employee's hostility. Bud did not answer, but looked moodily on the ground. To Eastern eyes Payson's wedding-attire would appear most incongruous. About his waist was strapped a revolver.
Forgetting his determination to ignore Payson, he asked anxiously. "You didn't see Terrill, did you?" "Oh, yes. Why do you ask?" Polly laid her hand on Payson's arm and told him briefly of the shooting of Terrill. "Who shot him?" he asked, when she had finished. "They don't know he was robbed of a pile of money Slim Hoover's just rode over to get a posse," she replied, looking toward the door.
At last they reached a part of the river where they had the ice all to themselves. "There's Payson's orchard, Greg," sang out Dave Darrin. "The place where you got grabbed last fall, by Dexter and Driggs, and carried off to be shut up in that cave." "Say, we ought to hunt up that cave, fellows," called Greg. "Whee! It might make a bully place for a winter camp.
He intended to incriminate Bud so deeply as to put it beyond all thought that he would confess. Young Lane, passionately loyal to his brother, was ready for anything that would delay Payson's marriage to Echo Allen. Together with the wild joy that sprang up in his heart at the thought that his brother was alive, was entwined a violent hatred against his former employer.
"What!" "Yes; on'y a minute ago I was a-comin' up the road from M'ria Payson's you know she's right sick an' I've ben givin' her massidge an' what sh'd I see but a man comin' out o' your gate with suthin' on his shoulder. I couldn't see who 'twas, an' he was so quiet an' sneaky without a light that I jest slipped behind a tree.
They hed been blastin' Elder Payson's rock, half-way deown the new well, an' the mine hedn't worked, an' 'Miah'd gone deown ter see w'at wuz in it; an' jest ez he got up ag'in, off it went, an' here he wuz 'ith a great splinter in his chist, ef the rest uv it wuz him.
Let me see the name of the damned snake-in-the-grass that's at the bottom of all this!" And he snatched for the letter in Payson's hand. The ranchman quickly thrust the missive into pocket. His cause being weak and unworthy, he whipped up his indignation by adopting a high tone and overbearing manner, even demeaning himself by using his position as Bud's employer to crush the younger man.
When Lyman, the old foreman of the Sweetwater resigned, Jack Payson promoted Sage-brush, although next to Bud Lane he was at the time the youngest man in the outfit. He made his employer's interests his own. At the mention of Payson's name he always became attentive. With a shade of anxiety he awaited Allen's answer. "No," replied the ranchman, looking from one of his guests to the other.
Checked in the full flow of his eloquence, Amelius angrily tore up the unfinished remonstrance, and matched Mrs. Payson's briefly business-like language by an answer in one line: "I beg to inform you that you are quite right." On reflection, he felt that the second letter was not only discourteous as a reply to a lady, but also ungrateful as addressed to Mrs. Payson personally.
At this moment she laid her hand on Father Payson's knee, and said earnestly, "Ought we to pray for sorrow, then?" "Oh, no, no, no!" interrupted Olivia, with an instinctive shudder, such a shudder as a warm, earnest, prosperous heart always gives as the shadow of the grave falls across it, "don't say yes!"
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