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Updated: July 27, 2025
There had been plenty of applause all through the show; but when "Good-night" was shown upon the screen, nobody moved, and Pratt raised the shout for: "Miss Rugley!" She would not appear before the curtain save with the other members of the committee. But the cheering was for her and she had to run away to hide her blushes and her tears of happiness.
Despite his commonplace speech, Captain Rugley displayed a familiarity with the niceties of table etiquette that surprised the guest. Frances' mother had come from the East and from a family that had been used to the best for generations. And the old ranchman, in middle age, had set himself the task of learning the niceties of table manners to please her.
Captain Rugley saw his eyes wandering from one thing to the other as Ming served a perfect soup. "Just pick-ups over the Border," the old man explained, with a comprehensive wave of his hand toward the candelabra and other articles of value. "I and a partner of mine, when we were in the Rangers years and years ago, raided over into Mexico and brought back the bulk of these things.
"Who would think that these rude cattle people would have so much sentiment. This Frances Rugley you tell about owns all these cows? And does she have her monogram burned on all of them?" Frances drew in her mount. Pratt suddenly turned and saw the ranchman's daughter riding behind them. He flushed, but smiled, too; and his eyes were dancing. "Oh, Sue!" he exclaimed. "Here is Frances now."
"I'm going after them," said Captain Rugley, with determination. "How?" "Somebody handed Vic this on the trail. He'll show us where. We'll try to pick up the man's traces. Of course it was one of the scoundrels handed the letter to Vic." "Who do ye think they are?" asked Sam, slowly. "I don't know," said the worried ranchman.
Pete leaned toward him and his hairy hand clutched Ratty's knee. What he said to the discharged employee of the Bar-T Ranch Frances did not hear. She had, however, heard enough. She was worried by what Ratty had said about his interview with Captain Rugley. Her father should not have been disturbed by ranch business just then.
"Sure. Been scared off." "But what could he possibly want climbing up over our roof, and all that?" Captain Rugley stood still and stroked his chin reflectively. "I reckon I know what they're after "They? But, Daddy, there was only one man." "One that was coming over the roof," said her father. "But he had pals sure he did! If one of them wasn't in the house "
Pratt Sanderson got into his saddle without much trouble and the girl whistled for Molly. "I'll throw that lion over my saddle," she said. "Molly won't mind it much especially if you hold her bridle with her head up-wind." "All right, Miss Rugley," the young man returned. "My name is Pratt Sanderson I don't know that you know it." "Very well, Mr. Sanderson," she repeated.
"And he was right there near the place he held Pratt and me captive all the time we were making a stretcher for poor Pratt," said Frances. "Or hiking up stream," said the foreman, preparing to ride down to the corral. "Lucky the boy broke the fellow's gun as he did," said Captain Rugley, thoughtfully, turning to his daughter. "Otherwise some of us might have been popped off from the bushes."
"Somebody throw some brush on that fire!" commanded the old ranchman. "Let's see what's been doing here." "Sam, take a couple of the boys and go after that fellow. You can follow that horse by sound." He climbed stiffly out of his own saddle, and when the firelight flashed up revealing the little glade to better purpose, it was Captain Dan Rugley who lifted Frances to her feet and cut her bonds.
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