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And I, having hitched up and then gotten down into the bottom of the wagon, my good horse was forced to meet the wall of flame alone. He came out unscorched. I knew at once what his name should be. Henceforth, I called him Shadrach." The light of returning knowledge of blessed total recall illumined the face of the listening section-boss.
But I can't see how we can sell over there if we won't even speak to a soul. It looks as if we're going to give all that up as if a lot of my work is for nothing." It was a new thought for the section-boss. And while Dallas disappeared behind Betty, he pondered it with hanging head. She came around soon to hitch Ben's tugs, when her father looked up shamefacedly.
When the evangelist emerged and, after a sojourn in front of the hearth, joined the family at table, Lancaster pined to ask him what he thought of their braving the elements foolishly. Not that the section-boss esteemed his aged guest. On the contrary, Dallas' evident interest in the stranger had stirred the unnatural jealousy in her father's wizen brain.
Presently, the old man shoved the single bar aside and hopped forward a step or two, his gaze fixed on the star between those glowing eyes. Still the bull did not move. "So, Simon," purred the section-boss. He gave another hop forward, and raised the hatchet. "So, Simon, nice Simon!" "Wo-o-o-ah!" It was a roar that fairly shook the lean-to. Simon flung up his head.
Lancaster instantly agreed, observing to himself that the evangelist, after all, had some common sense. "Shore," he replied, "Ah'll put th' gun back an' we'll take yourn." But he was corrected with severity. "I carry no weapons, sir," said David Bond. "I stand for peace." "Then th' gun goes," declared the section-boss. "The gals was alone before 'thout it.
"Stay!" burst forth the section-boss. "Don' it look like it?" Lounsbury made no reply, only smiled genially. "Maybe y' reckon we-all ain't safe?" continued Lancaster. "Wal, th' nesters 'roun' Fort Sully's safe 'nough." The storekeeper pointed across the river to where a flag was flying at the centre of the post quadrangle. "You're in sight of that," he said simply. The other snorted.
Braden took it, with more swinging bows, and a sweep of his floppy headgear. "Glad t' meet you," he smiled, "Miss-a-a-a-Miss " "Lancaster's they name," prompted the section-boss, all good nature. " Lancaster. Glad t' meet you both." Dallas nodded, and drew her sister away to the wagon-seat in the corner.
Lounsbury paid no attention to the section-boss. In fact, before his recital was done, he had forgotten him. He talked quietly and without boasting, his face now turned to David Bond, now to the girls. "And you think," said the evangelist, when the story was finished, "you think that Matthews will drop his claim to the Bend?"
Would it not be possible to board the runaway train as he and Jack had boarded the engine on the day of the forest fire? Say, from a hand-car? He started to his feet. "Billy, get me a lantern, quick! "I'm going for the section-boss, and see if we can't board the runaways from the hand-car," he explained as he caught up and began struggling into his coat.
As Marylyn rose to pour the coffee, he quickly changed the subject. "Fort 's a quiet place, these days," he observed, accepting a cup. "Wonder when the troops'll be back." The section-boss sipped at his saucer. "Ah don' carry on no dealin's with Yankee soldier trash," he answered curtly. "They keep they side o' th' river, an' we-all keep ourn." Lounsbury laughed.
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