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And at one corner of this, dangling to and fro in horrid suggestiveness, swung a shrivelled patch that held a lock of hair. Rifle in hand, forgetful of crutches, bewildered by sleep, the section-boss came diving through the blanket partition to answer her call. "Wha's matter? Wha's matter?" he demanded thickly, rubbing hard at his eyes to unclog their sight.
"I must be hiking along." She put a trembling hand in his. The latch clicked behind them, and the section-boss entered. Again the younger girl started, and consciously. Lancaster banged the door and looked them over. "Huh!" he snorted meaningly. So he had misled himself with the idea that Lounsbury had come to pry into the matter of the claim.
The punchers'll bunch everything on four hoofs and drive 'em into the coulée. Cows'll be out of the wind there, and live on browse till the ground clears." But as he was talking, the section-boss made himself ready for the cold; before he had finished, the elder man had disappeared. Lounsbury was thoroughly provoked at the treatment shown him he was hurt at the plain lack of faith.
"There it comes," said the foreman a moment after, and listening Alex heard a sound as of distant thunder. "How long before they'll be here?" "Five minutes, perhaps. And now," said the section-boss, "just how are we going to work this thing?"
The section-boss was thoroughly surprised and not altogether delighted at being roused early the following morning with the news that he could start at once for Bismarck. As Dallas' voice penetrated the partition, he returned the only reply his ice-bound moustache and goatee would permit a muffled growl. She did not hear it, yet she knew how he felt.
Wal, Ah never did." Lounsbury's face dyed to a deep scarlet. "No?" he said. "And why?" Again the section-boss gave a shrill, mocking laugh. "Too fat an' too mouthy," he answered. For an instant Lounsbury wavered. In that instant the deep scarlet faded, his eyes opened, his nostrils spread. "Pa! pa!" It was Marylyn, half-weeping. Lounsbury's cool voice cleared the air.
She, reading impatience and mutiny in her father's every glance, kept up throughout the meal an unwonted flow of talk. "Dad," she said, covering his plate with a crisp hot-cake for the dozenth time, "I haven't told Mr. Bond all about the claim all the reasons why we want him to take you to Bismarck;" the section-boss grunted at the "we" "so you please tell him as you're going along.
A hand was extended a fat hand, where sparkled a diamond. "Say, now, this is lovely, lovely. I'm a Southerner myself, sir. Put it there!" The section-boss hesitated. So far, Dakota had offered him no compatriot. He could scarce believe that one stood before him now. A second, then he gave a pleased grin. "Howdy," he said. "Hope y' goin' t' settle hereabout." They shook heartily.
What if her father, in his sudden excitement and concern, should tell Lounsbury that the claim was not yet filed upon! should confide in this stranger, who might then take advantage of the ignorance, age and crippled condition of the section-boss! Hurriedly, she unhitched Ben and Betty, hung their bridles on the hames, and turned the team loose to graze.
"Jes' fr'm th' Falls, Ah think y' said," began their father, hunting his tobacco plug along the mantel. "Yep." "Um. Any any news fr'm down thet way 'bout this part o' th' country?" Braden fell to admiring his ring. "No, sir, no. Didn't hear nothin' particular." The section-boss fidgeted. "S'pose y' know they's some talk 'bout a railroad comin' this way," he said carelessly.
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