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No doubt he had deliberately and coldly murdered the two ruffians, Bill and Halloway, just so he could be free of their glances at her and be alone with her. He deserved to die there like a dog. What Joan Randle did was surely a woman's choice. Carefully she rolled Kells over. The back of his vest and shirt was wet with blood. She got up to find a knife, towel, and water.
With finer humor he nipped in the bud one of Randle Jackson's flowery harangues. "My lords," said the orator, with nervous intonation, "in the book of nature it is written " "Be kind enough, Mr. Jackson," interposed Lord Ellenborough, "to mention the page from which you are about to quote."
This he measured over her forehead and eyes, and then taking his knife he cut it to a desired shape. Next he cut eyeholes in it and fastened to it a loop made of a short strip of buckskin. "Try that.... Pull it down even with your eyes. There! take a look at yourself." Joan faced the mirror and saw merely a masked stranger. She was no longer Joan Randle. Her identity had been absolutely lost.
"What were you there for?" "In my capacity as minister. I was summoned to marry her." "To marry her?" gasped Kells. "Yes. She is Joan Randle, from Hoadley, Idaho. She is over eighteen. I understood she was detained here against her will. She loved an honest young miner of the camp. He brought me up here one night. And I married them." "Yes."
She stopped to take the car in, from chauffeur to Courtier. "Well, Frith! Mr. Courtier, is it? I know your book, and I don't approve of you; you're a dangerous man How do you do? I must have those two bags. The cart can bring the rest.... Randle, get up in front, and don't get dusty. Ann!" But Ann was already beside the chauffeur, having long planned this improvement. "H'm!
She shook her head. "This is bad for you arguing. You're excited. Please be quiet." "Joan Randle, if you stay I'll halter you keep you naked in a cave curse you beat you murder you! Oh, it's in me!... Go, I tell you!" "You're out of your head. Once for all no!" she replied, firmly. "You you " His voice failed in a terrible whisper.... In the succeeding days Kells did not often speak.
'A can cuss, mem, as well as you or I, but 'a can't speak a common speech to save his life." "Andrew Randle, here's yours finish thanking me in a day or two. Temperance Miller oh, here's another, Soberness both women I suppose?" "Yes'm. Here we be, 'a b'lieve," was echoed in shrill unison. "What have you been doing?"
"I just crippled his gun arm. If I hadn't he would have hurt somebody. He'll ride back to Hoadley and tell your folks about it. So they'll know you're safe." "Safe!" she whispered. "That's what I said, Miss Randle. If you're going to ride out into the border if it's possible to be safe out there you'll be so with me." "But I want to go home. Oh, please let me go!" "I couldn't think of it."
"I don't know where I was born for, as I daresay Randle has told you, I was only five years of age when I was picked up at sea in a boat, the only other occupant of which was a Swedish seaman.
Then take my trail." Bill nodded, and was walking away when Kells called after him: "And say, Bill, don't say anything to Roberts. He's easily riled." "Haw! Haw! Haw!" laughed Bill. His harsh laughter somehow rang jarringly in Joan's ears. But she was used to violent men who expressed mirth over mirthless jokes. "Get up, Miss Randle," said Kells as he mounted. "We've a long ride.
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