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Updated: May 22, 2025
One thing that Helen Rexhill had never learned at school, or from the parents who had done all that could be done to spoil her, was to conceal her feelings. Just now she felt no inclination to do it, and she gave Wade dance after dance, with reckless disregard of her engagements and of the ill-concealed anger of some of the men she threw over with utter carelessness of social obligation.
Since Moran has arrived, however, the sheep have crossed the Divide in thousands, until the entire valley is being overrun with them. "Only this morning, Moran admitted to me that the sheep men are acting with his authority and backing. Senator Rexhill, this is wrong, and your agent, or manager, is making a big mistake.
Possibly, Moran had exceeded his instructions, and if this were so, it was no more than just that Rexhill, who had seemed to evince a willingness to be helpful, should have the opportunity to disown the act of his agent.
At about the time when Rexhill was freeing Moran from his bonds, Wade and Santry, with rifles slung across their backs were tramping the banks of Piah Creek. In the rocky canyon, which they finally reached, the placid little stream narrowed into a roaring torrent, which rushed between the steep banks and the huge, water-worn bowlders, with fury uncontrolled.
When the ranchman thought of Moran, no vengeance seemed too dire to fit his misdeeds. In that direction he would go to the limit, and he only hoped that he might get his hands on Moran in the mix-up. He still looked upon his final visit to Rexhill as a weakness, but it had been undertaken solely on Santry's account. It had failed, and no one now could expect tolerance of him except Helen.
In the grip of their emotions, neither of the girls had noticed the entrance of Senator Rexhill. Helen saw him first and dramatically pointed to him. "There is my father. Ask him!" "I do not need to ask him what I've done." Dorothy felt as though she would suffocate. "No one would believe that story of Gordon, whatever they might think of me." "Ask me? Ask me what?" the Senator nervously demanded.
He put on his glasses, and deliberately looked Dorothy over. "Oh, it's the young woman whom Race found in his office." "She has come here to plead for Gordon Wade to demand that I tell her where he is now. I don't know, of course; none of us know; but I wouldn't tell her if I did." Helen spoke triumphantly. "You had better leave us," Rexhill said brusquely to Dorothy. "You are not wanted here.
The girl ran to the window and raised the shade to look out. The lusty voice of the horseman bore well into the room. "They've caught Bailey at Sheridan. He'll be here to-morrow." "Senator Rexhill," said Dorothy, turning away from the window, "you'd better take the chance I've offered you, while you can. Do it for the sake of the old friendship between you and Gordon Wade, if for no other reason.
She held her ground, aggressively, between Miss Rexhill and the door. "You must hear what I have to say to you," she declared quietly. "I have not come here to make a social call." "Isn't it enough for me to tell you that I do not wish to talk to you?" Helen lifted her brows and shrugged her shoulders. "Surely, it should be enough. Will you please stand aside so that I may go to my room?"
The Senator swallowed hard, touched to the quick at the sight of her suffering. "You want me to explain it more fully?" "If you can. Can you?" Her lips twitched spasmodically. "I want you to tell me something that will let me continue to believe that you are that you are Oh, you know what I want to say." Rexhill blushed a deep purple, despite his efforts at self-control.
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