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No sentimentality there, in spite of the moonlight, the odour of the ratamas, and the admirable figure of Ranse Truesdell, the lover. But she was there, eight miles from her home, to meet him. "How often have I told you, Ranse," she said, "that I am your half-way girl? Always half-way." "Well?" said Ranse, with a question in his tones. "I did," said Yenna, with almost a sigh.
Sam Rivell was taking off his tan shoes regretting and preparing for bed. "Any of the boys from the San Gabriel camp riding in early in the morning?" asked Ranse. "Long Collins," said Sam briefly. "For the mail." "Tell him," said Ranse, "to take that tramp out to camp with him and keep him till I get there."
The boy laughed again, but there was something very far from mirth in the sound of that chill laughter. "If you won't guess I'll have to tell you Ever hear of the Clantons, Ranse Roush? I'm one of 'em. Now you know what chance you got to talk yoreself out of this thing." "I I'm glad to meet up with you-all. I got to admit that the Roush clan is dirt mean. Tha's why I broke away from 'em.
"I want you at the ranch," said Ranse. "All right, sport," said Curly, heartily. "But I want to come back again. Say, pal, this is a dandy farm. And I don't want any better fun than hustlin' cows with this bunch of guys. They're all to the merry-merry." At the Cibolo ranch-house they dismounted. Ranse bade Curly wait at the door of the living room. He walked inside.
He was tense as a coiled spring. His friend noticed that the boy was listening intently, every faculty concentrated at attention. A man leaning against the other end of the bar was speaking. He had a shock of long red hair and a squint to his eyes. "Sure you're right. A bunch of Webb's gunmen got Ranse caught him out alone and riddled him.
And then Ranse furnished Curly with mounts and saddle and equipment, and turned him over to Buck Rabb, instructing him to finish the job. Three weeks later Ranse rode from the ranch into Rabb's camp, which was then in Snake Valley. The boys were saddling for the day's ride. He sought out Long Collins among them. "How about that bronco?" he asked. Long Collins grinned.
Three nights after that Curly rolled himself in his blanket and went to sleep. Then the other punchers rose up softly and began to make preparations. Ranse saw Long Collins tie a rope to the horn of a saddle. Others were getting out their six-shooters. "Boys," said Ranse, "I'm much obliged. I was hoping you would. But I didn't like to ask."
When the fooling was ended all hands made a raid on Joe's big coffee- pot by the fire for a Java nightcap. Ranse watched the new knight carefully to see if he understood and was worthy. Curly limped with his cup of coffee to a log and sat upon it. Long Collins followed and sat by his side. Buck Rabb went and sat at the other. Curly grinned.
But others had now found the secret harbor; for in came three sail under Ranse, an Englishman, who asked that he be taken into partnership, which was done. Then the combined forces, not much over a hundred strong, stole out and along the coast to the Isle of Pines, where again Drake found himself forestalled.
"He's right outside, unless I'm mighty mistaken," said Ranse, opening the door and beckoning. Curly walked in. No one could have doubted. The old man and the young had the same sweep of hair, the same nose, chin, line of face, and prominent light-blue eyes. Old "Kiowa" rose eagerly. Curly looked about the room curiously. A puzzled expression came over his face. He pointed to the wall opposite.
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