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"Oh, I wouldn't say that! We already have them down to seven!" said Jack encouragingly, as he made a pillow of a blanket and bade Prather rest his head on it. But he knew well that they were a seven who had learned wisdom from the fate of their comrades. From Nogales, Leddy must have heard of the loss of two horses. At best, but one of the beleaguered three had any means of escape.
The favor that Prather found in the eyes of Jasper Ewold partly accounted for what favor he found in Little Rivers' eyes. "Prather has certainly made a hit with the Doge!" quoth Bob Worther. "As the Doge gets older I reckon he will like compliments better than persiflage. But Jack could pay a compliment, too only he never used the ladle."
His face was drawn and ashen against the deep red of the hangings, and torment and fear and defiance, now one and then the other, were in ascendency over the features which Jack had always associated with composed and unchanging mastery until he had seen them illumined with affection only an hour before. And the father had said that he had never met or heard of John Prather!
"I will take your card to Mr. Wingfield," said the butler. Prather made a perfunctory movement as if for a card-case, but apparently changed his mind under the prompting suggestion that it was superfluous. "My name is John Prather," he announced. "Mr. Wingfield knows who I am and I am quite sure that he will see me."
Well, of all " and saw his mistake when the stranger's full face was turned toward him. "Yes, I am sometimes called Jack," said the stranger pleasantly. "Now, where have we met before? Perhaps in Goldfield? No matter. It is time we got acquainted. My name is Prather, and yours?" As he surveyed the man before him, Bill was as fussed as the giant of the fairy story had been by a display of yellow.
They're here, waiting for the announcement to be made and well, the water users' association is still in charge; but it won't be when Prather says the word." "And you have no plans?" Jack asked. "None." "And the Doge?" "None. What can the old man do? Though nobody exactly blames him, a good many aren't of a mind to consult him at all. The crisis has passed beyond him.
A neigh by P.D., a break into a trot by him and Wrath of God, and Firio was saying to Nogales: "You went right through the sand!" "Sí!" answered Pedro, with a grin. Still Prather did not so much as turn his head to get a glimpse of Jack, nor did he offer any sign of knowledge of Jack's presence when Jack reined alongside him so close that their stirrup leathers were brushing.
It isn't possible!" he said finally. "Everything is possible with Leddy. It seems that there can be peace between him and me in this valley in only one way," Jack answered. "But me! I suppose he found out that I " Prather stopped without finishing the sentence. "What am I to do?" he asked Jack in livid appeal. "Why, it is three against nine, if you choose!" Jack answered.
Darkness had fallen when they overtook a solitary horseman coming from Agua Fria. John Prather drew rein well to one side of the trail. He had a moment, as they approached, in which to think out his explanation of his position. "It's Prather, and riding P.D.!" Galway announced. "Where is Jack Wingfield?" came the merciless question as in one voice from all. "You are his friends!
It was after midnight before the steady jingle of Jag Ear's orchestra had any intermission. An hour for food and rest and the little party was off again in the delicious cool of the night, toward a curtain pricked with stars which seemed to be drawn down over the edge of the world. "What sort of horses had Prather and Nogales?" Jack asked.
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