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Floyd eyed her uncertainly, decided that Billy Louise was not in the mood to yield to persuasion, and tactfully hurried off to find Seabeck without shouting for him lest he bring others also, who were evidently not wanted at all. He took it that Billy Louise felt some diffidence about visiting a strictly bachelor outfit, and he set himself to relieve her of any embarrassment.
"How de do, Miss MacDonald? Pretty nice day, but I'm afraid it's a weather-breeder. The wind's trying to change, I notice." "Yes, and so I mustn't stop. Could you ride part way home with me, Mr. Seabeck? I want to talk with you about something. And I can't stop a minute. I must get home." "Why, certainly, I'll go.
"It's a good thing when he learns the lesson without having to pay for it with his whole future," Billy Louise amended the statement. Seabeck smiled a little behind his fingers that kept tugging at his whiskers. "Did Charlie Fox send Miss Portia " "He doesn't know I had any intention of coming," Billy Louise assured him quickly and with perfect truth.
Seabeck took the paper from the tips of Billy Louise's supercilious fingers, returned with it to the desk for a blotter, hunted an envelope, folded the note carefully, and laid it away inside. "I believe that is all, Mrs. Meilke. I hope you will suffer no further uneasiness on account of your nephew."
And unless you pay Seabeck for them, you're stealing them if you keep them. It doesn't matter who put the brand on; you're keeping the cattle. What do you call that, I'd like to know? They're down here in the big corral now. If you mean to do what's square, you'll take them up to Seabeck's and explain " "Explain who it was ran our brand on?" Charlie's voice was silk over iron.
They can't plant spuds on those hills, anyway. "And did you hear, Ward? Seabeck and some of the others have been losing stock, they say. You know Marthy lost four calves last fall, by some means. Charlie Fox was terribly worried about it, though it was his own fault, and well, I thought at the time someone had taken them, and I think so still.
"But his rustling has been of a petty kind. I won't apologize for him, Mr. Seabeck. I think it's perfectly awful, what he has done. But I think it would be more awful still not to give him a chance. The other rustling is some outside gang, I'm sure. If Charlie was mixed up with them, it's very slightly just enough to damn him utterly if he were arrested and tried. He isn't a natural criminal.
And I'll bet there was a hospital 'n' doctor's bill bigger 'n this cattle note, to be paid. I don't want to pile on " "Now, Marthy, you be still. I'm perfectly willing to sign this note with you. If it will satisfy Mr. Seabeck, I'm sure it's the very least we can do or expect."
"Come, Bill," she adjured herself, pretending it was what Ward would have said, had he looked into her mind. "Be a Bill-the-Conk and a good one! Shove in your chips and play for all there is in it." "You must have some lightning method of saddling, Mr. Seabeck," she smiled over her shoulder at him when he came up. "We learn to do things quick when we've handled cattle a few years," he admitted.
Seabeck is very c-clever." Whereupon Marthy signed the note, with a spluttering of the abused pen in her stiffened old fingers and a great twisting of her grim mouth as she formed the capitals. Then Billy Louise wrote her name with a fine, schoolgirl ease and a little curl on the end of the last d.
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