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He must reach the water-hole as soon as Prather; for it was not unlikely that Prather might have fresh mounts waiting there to take him on to the nearest railroad station in Mexico. "Look good, but bad. Nogales no know horses!" Firio answered. "And they rode in the heat of the day!" said Jack, confidently. "Sí! And we ride P.D. and Wrath of God!"
"Rooms over the store and grub at Mrs. Smith's none better!" "That will do." As they rode into town more than one passer-by called out a ringing "Hello, Jack!" or, "Back, eh, Jack? Hurrah for you!" and then uttered an exclamation of disillusion when Prather turned his head. "The others see it, too," said Bill. "They seem to. Who is this double of mine?" "Jack Wingfield." "Jack Wingfield?
Now a certain deference and a certain pungency of satire ran together in his tone, the mixture being nicely and pleasurably controlled. "Is it in there, in the drawing-room?" "And then what else? Where do you mean to end? I thought that " "Nothing else," Prather interrupted reassuringly. "Everything is settled, of course. This is sort of a farewell privilege."
"My horse is tired and there is neither water nor feed for him except there." Jack stated this quietly and stubbornly, as he nodded toward the cotton-woods. Then he looked around to Prather. Suddenly Prather found himself looking at a face that seemed to have only the form of that face by the side of which he had been riding. It was as if another man had taken Jack's place in the saddle.
"They are going on! They are not going to stop!" said Prather apprehensively. "There is a basin beyond the water-hole and the seepage makes a little pasture," Jack explained. "You will see them back in a moment." "Oh, yes!" said Prather, with a thrill in his voice; and again the palms of his hands were making that refrain of delight. "But I have told my story," he resumed.
"Who would do it? Jasper Ewold? Jim Galway?" Prather demanded. "What these men need is a leader. They don't realize what I am doing for them. Do they think I want to put in ten years out here for nothing? For every dollar that they make for me they are going to make one for themselves. That's the rule of prosperity. I am not robbing them.
His chief solicitude was to keep his mind open and free of bitterness whatever transpired, and it was evident that he was under a great strain. He told of the coming of John Prather to Little Rivers while he was absent; of the mention of the likeness by his fellow-ranchers; and of the fears entertained by Jim Galway and Mary.
He needed an occasional cup of afternoon tea to wash it down. Therefore Kathryn revised her social balance sheets often and with the utmost care. Out of deference to what Kathryn was still pleased to term her husband's cloth, the Brentons promptly had been received into the inmost circles of the college set, an honour which they shared with Prather, the fussy little novelist.
What purpose in questions now? The answer to all might be as false as to one. He was no more in a mood to trust himself with a word to his father than he had been to trust himself with a word to John Prather. He dropped back into the darkness of the dining-room and sank into a chair. When a bedroom door upstairs had closed softly he was sequestered in silence with his thoughts.
In sight of millions and power a rat in a trap out on this damnable desert, as if I were of no more account than a rancher!" "Let me see!" said Jack; for Prather was holding his hands tight against his face, as if he feared that all the blood in his body would pour out if he removed them. "Let me see! Maybe it is not so bad!"
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