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But for the time being he dismissed this matter from his thoughts, when with tripod and rod and a bundle of stakes on Dick's saddle he and Dave set out for Sarita Creek, leading the horse. Bryant had postponed, under pressure of work, the business of fixing the feminine homesteaders' garden ditch, until his conscience began to prick him on the subject.
"I'd fall flat in the water if I tried it, as sure as the world," the taller girl responded. They rose to their feet and joined Bryant. "You're the young ladies who are homesteading just south of here, aren't you?" he inquired, politely. "Yes, two miles south on Sarita Creek," the smaller answered. Then after an appraising regard of him she continued, "We took our claims only last April.
And I don't expect to be lonely; Menocal will probably attend to that. Besides, there are two good-looking young ladies just south of here, on Sarita Creek." "That's so," she said, laughing also. "First thing we hear, you'll be married," Stevenson remarked, with a quick grin. "Oh, I'm safe there are two of them," Bryant returned, clapping the rancher on the shoulder.
It moved slowly at first, reluctantly; the brilliant little face was pale; the eyes wild with torture. A moment it stood before the altar, and then flung up its arms with a fierce gesture. "Mother of God," it cried, brokenly, "then if it must be so tell him tell him that I am like Sarita!" and fell upon the altar steps shuddering and sobbing like a beaten child.
It was buried with her. She was a pretty child Sarita but she had always lived in the country and knew nothing." "I have always lived in the country and I know nothing," said Pepita, mocking him with her great eyes; "but I can help anything I choose. It should be the others who cannot help it."
Carrigan had said nothing, but he as well as Bryant knew the company's bank account was drained; he would expect a settlement and when it was made, discharge the crews, pull up stakes, and move his property to Kennard. At Sarita Creek Bryant alighted. "I wish to see Ruth," he told Imogene. "Is she away? Her cabin is dark and I obtained no answer to my knock." "She's gone to town."
He must not know that she was like Sarita, but he must come; and whatsoever she did or said he must not go away again.
I understand Imogene is visiting at the Graham ranch; I'm dropping her a note there telling her the news. With best wishes, RUTH. Bryant lifted from the floor and read the clipping. It was a short announcement, evidently from a Kennard paper, of the prospective wedding that night of Miss Ruth Gardner, of Sarita Creek, and Mr. J. Senton Gretzinger, of New York.
Just enough to hammer through during the next two weeks. But it might as well be a million. I decided to inform Ruth at once; she might consider it important." "She would," said she, positively. "I haven't been to Sarita Creek before since you returned. You can guess why." "Yes." "Does Ruth suspect that I've ceased to love her?" he asked, frowning. "I think not.
If one cared for men, if one did not find them tiresome, if one was simple enough like Sarita to be carried away by things, there was at least something in all this to interest one a little. "It is Sebastiano," said José. But Sebastiano was addressing the president of the games. He extended his glittering sword, and made his announcement in a clear, rich voice. Pepita listened as he spoke.
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