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"Daggs asked me to marry him again and I said he belonged to a bad lot," she replied. Jorth laughed in scorn. "Fool! My God! Ellen, I must have dragged you low that every damned ru er sheepman who comes along thinks he can marry you." At the break in his words, the incompleted meaning, Ellen dropped her eyes. Little things once never noted by her were now come to have a fascinating significance.
"Then where is she? What did he do with her?" There came a moment's heavy silence. The pale face of the boy turned from the sheepman to his father. "You don't think that that " "No, I don't," Cass answered. "But let's look this thing squarely in the face. There were three things he could do with her. First, he might leave her in the pit. He didn't do that because he hadn't the nerve.
We were never seen together, and so very few know that there are two Bannisters. At first I used to protest, but I gave it up. There wasn't the least use. I could only wait for him to be captured or killed. In the meantime it didn't make me any more popular to be a sheepman." "Weren't you taking a long chance of being killed first? Some one with a grudge against him might have shot you."
Their owner's steady eyes challenged a denial. "Is that so? Now how do y'u know that? We didn't leave the herder alive to explain that to y'u, did we?" "You admit murdering him?" "To y'u, dear cousin. Y'u see, I have a hunch that maybe y'u'll go join your herder right soon. Y'u'll not do much talking." The sheepman fell back. "I think I'll ride alone." Rage flared in the other's eye.
Ah, God A'mighty, and that dog of his got Tommy before I could pull a gun! Rufe, I could kill every sheepman in the Four Peaks for this every dam' one of 'em and the first dog that comes in sight of this ranch will stop a thirty-thirty." He stopped and turned away, cursing and muttering to himself.
Two hundred yards from him the bird rose, and the direction it took showed that the man must have been trailing forward from the opposite quarter. The sheepman slipped back into the dry creek bed, retraced his steps for about a stone-throw, and again crawled up the bank. For a long time he lay face down in the grass, his gaze riveted to the spot where he knew his opponent to be hidden.
For did I not see when just now I passed the Casa Blanca that he was a little drunk with Señor Galloway's whiskey? And does not every one know he sold many sheep and that means much money these days? Si, señorita; it will be the sheepman from Las Palmas." He was gone, slouching along again and in no haste now that he had fulfilled his first duty.
"The main thing I remember in the transaction was the stone he set up between the old man and himself on the range. 'The Lord watch between thee and me, you know, it had on it. That's a mighty good motto yet for a sheepherder to front around where his boss can read it. A man's got to have somebody to keep an eye on a sheepman when his back's turned, even today."
He's doin' it, too." Once more the note of bitterness came into his voice, and Hardy saw that the time had come. "How's that?" he inquired quietly, and the sheepman plunged into his story. "Well, it was this way. I kept a few thousand sheep up there in my valley. In the Summer we went up the mountain, followin' the grass, and in the Winter we fed down below, where the ground was bare.
"You remember that sheepman down in Oregon they brought in from the range. The one that ripped up his comforter that night at the hotel and set the wool in little rolls around the floor; thought he was tending sheep? Well, that's what was happening. And Hollis was two days late.
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