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Supper followed dinner, and still Beaudry had not arrived. From the porch Beulah peered up the road into the gathering darkness. Her father had been called away. Her brothers were not at home. The girl could stand it no longer. She went to the stable and saddled Blacky. Five minutes later she was flying up the road that led to the Rothgerber place. Stark Fear
Rothgerber was a little wrinkled old man with a strong South-German accent. After Beaudry had explained that he wanted board, the rancher called his wife out and the two jabbered away excitedly in their native tongue. The upshot of it was that they agreed to take the windmill agent if he would room in an old bunkhouse about two hundred yards from the main ranch building.
It took him past the aspen grove at the mouth of the gulch which led to the Meldrum place. Beyond this a few hundred yards he left the main road and went through the chaparral toward a small ranch that nestled close to the timber. Beulah had told him that it belonged to an old German named Rothgerber who had lived there with his wife ever since she could remember.
The owner of the horse ranch left his mount in the Rothgerber corral and passed through the pasture on foot to Chicito. Half an hour later he dropped into the jacal of Meldrum. He found the indomitable Dingwell again quizzing Meldrum about his residence at Santa Fe during the days he wore a striped uniform. The former convict was grinding his teeth with fury.
While he was still debating this with himself, the old German came into the house. "Home, eh? Gut, gut! They are already yet watching the road." Roy's throat choked. "Who?" This question Rothgerber could not answer. In the dusk he had not recognized the men he had seen. Moreover, they had ridden into the brush to escape observation. Both of them had been armed with rifles.
Plenty of men would have done his day's work without a tremor. What brought comfort to Roy's soul was that he had been able to do it at all. Mrs. Rothgerber greeted him with exclamations of delight. The message of Rutherford had frightened her even though she did not entirely understand it. "Hermann iss out looking for you. Mr.
When Beaudry climbed the cañon wall to the Rothgerber pasture he breathed a deep sigh of relief. For many hours he had been under a heavy strain, nerves taut as fiddle-strings. Fifty times his heart had jumped with terror. But he had done the thing he had set out to do. He had stiffened his flaccid will and spurred his trembling body forward.
Rothgerber that he would not come to breakfast, as he wanted to get an early start for his canvassing. The little German woman bustled about and wrapped up for him a cold lunch to eat at his cabin in the morning. She liked this quiet, good-looking young man whose smile was warm for a woman almost old enough to be his grandmother.
You pass by on the road and there iss no way in no arroyo, no gulch, no noddings but aspens. But there iss, shust the same, a trail. Through my pasture it leads." "Anybody live up Chicito? I want everybody in the park to get a chance to buy a Dynamo Aermotor before I leave." "A man named Meldrum. My advice iss let him alone." "Why?" Rothgerber shook a pudgy forefinger in the air.
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