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"Good idea," said Rhinehart, and he added with a chuckle, "it's been nigh three months since I've talked to a piece of calico." "Hey, there!" called Haines, and he stepped out with Rhinehart before her horse. "Oh!" cried Kate, reining up her horse sharply. "Who are you?" "A beaut!" muttered Rhinehart in devout admiration.
"That story of mother's going to Cincinnati was a lie, to prevent your suspecting that she had anything to do with the business. Mrs. Rhinehart is an imaginary person.
His eyes went round the circle slowly, lingering an instant on each face. Under that cold stare they grew uneasy. To Shorty Rhinehart it became necessary to push back his hat and scratch his forehead. Terry Jordan found a mysterious business with his bandana. Every one of them had occasion to raise his hand from the neighbourhood of his six-shooter. Silent smiled.
Legrand was so overrun with business that an application to her by letter, especially from a stranger like Miss Ludington, might not have any result. And so Mrs. Rhinehart, who had been only too happy to oblige any friend of Mrs. Slater's, had called personally upon Mrs. Legrand to arrange for the séance.
McPhearson told me what a really good watch meant. Now I'd as soon starve a kitten as not take care of it." A clapping of hands greeted the assertion. "But you were wrong about one thing, Dad," the boy continued. "I am not going to thank the men through Mr. Rhinehart or anybody else. I am going round the store to thank every person myself." "Bravo, son!" replied Mr. Burton.
Rhinehart tell you," she said to Miss Ludington, "of the interest which I feel in your theory, that the souls of our past selves exist in spirit-land? If my séance to-night realizes your expectations, spirit science will have taken a great step forward." "My conviction will remain the same whatever the result may be to night," said Miss Ludington. "I am glad to hear you say so," replied Mrs.
"Haven't seen him," said Rhinehart amiably. "But come on to the camp, lady. Maybe one of the boys has spotted him on the way. What's your name?" "Kate Cumberland," she answered. He removed his hat with a broad grin and reached up a hand to her. "I'm most certainly glad to meet you, an' my name's Shorty. This here is Lee. Want to come along with us?" "Thank you. I'm a little worried."
Oh, he did not consider his job a humdrum one, it was easy to see that. He had lifted the traffic of jeweled ornaments, by means of which he earned his daily bread, out of the class of mere salesmanship. "You never get tired of your work, do you, Mr. Rhinehart?" commented Christopher, when on a day trade was light, he stood listening to the alluring adventure of a string of black pearls.
"Rides a black horse and whistles a good deal. His name is Barry. They call him Whistling Dan." "By God!" whispered Rhinehart in the ear of Haines. "Shut up!" answered Haines in the same tone. "Are you afraid of a girl?" "I've trailed him south this far," went on Kate, "and a few miles away from here I lost track of him. I think he may have gone on across the willows."
A coyote wailed from the distant hills, and before his complaint was done another sound came through the hushing of the willows, a melancholy whistling, thin with distance. "We'll see if that's the man you want," suggested Haines. "I'll go along," said Shorty Rhinehart. "And me too," said a third.
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