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I went to the hotel and they told me you'd gone somewhere." "Miss Rexhill and I went to call on you." "You did? If I'd only known. I've been clear out to the ranch." "Is Santry there?" In his anxiety he forgot momentarily the loneliness of her long ride. "They say some of Jensen's men have been shot up; and I'm anxious to find out what Bill knows." "That's just what I want to tell you.
The sting of these various reflections led him to take further pull at a silver flask which he kept in his pocket, and which bore the inscription, "To Race Moran from his friends of the Murray Hill Club." "So," he muttered, chewing his mustache, "that's what I get for sticking to Rexhill."
Mark you, I'm no firebrand, some call me too conservative; but we have about reached the limit, and something is bound to happen before many days." Senator Rexhill drummed with his fingers on the table. "Um! Does Moran know of this attitude in you and your friends, Gordon?" "Yes. I have just finished telling him of it. But he merely laughs at us.
Or, I tell you what we'll do! Why not let me take you over and introduce you to the only woman you're likely to find congenial in this neighborhood? She'll be glad to meet you, I know." In any other company, Miss Rexhill would probably have resented an invitation to call upon a rival, even apart from the ethics of social calls, but not before Race Moran.
He reminded her that he had been born in Crawling Water Valley, and that he knew every draw and canyon in the mountains; but in his heart he realized that to search all these places would take half a lifetime. He could only hope that chance, or good fortune, might lead them promptly to the spot they sought. "Do you think that Senator Rexhill knows where Gordon is?" she asked. "Is he in this, too?"
"Senator, Moran made me an offer the other day for my land. If I accept that offer, will you exert your influence in Santry's behalf?" Coming so swiftly upon his planning, the prospect of such signal success was so gratifying to Rexhill that only in halting speech could he maintain a show of decorous restraint.
Dorothy hesitated a little over which pronoun to use, with the somewhat disturbing reflection that Helen Rexhill was a most beautiful and distinguished looking girl. "That will make it all the easier," she added generously. "Of course, Senator Rexhill has no authority of his own in such a matter, you know; but if we can get him interested, he may wake up Washington in our behalf.
It aroused Helen to bitter resentment, and when she began to speak Dorothy was sorry that she had not kept silent. "Father, don't do it!" Miss Rexhill burst out. "It is insufferable that this woman should threaten us so. I would rather run any risk, I don't care what, than give in to her. I won't tolerate such a thing." "You may be urging him to his death," Dorothy warned her.
Each day that the sheep are here in the valley they spoil more grass than all our cattle could eat in a week; in two months, if the sheep stay, the range will be as bare as a ball-room floor. Can you wonder that we ranchers are becoming desperate?" "It's strange," Rexhill commented, apparently much perturbed. "Moran is not the sort to take useless risks. He's dominant, but he's no fool.
Before him, she would not humble Wade in the least degree, if only because to do so would reflect upon her own preference between the men. She could only pretend to welcome the prospect of going to see Miss Purnell, and she played her part well. "We may as well stay here now," Rexhill said, when the two young people had left the room. "When did all this happen?"
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