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He defiantly stood his ground, towering above her like a leaning tower. "The hull cartload of it?" "No. I'm goin' to sell part of it an' git me an overcoat-" "Sell it!" she shouted. "Nobuddy'il buy that sick'nin' stuff but an old numskull like you. Take that slop out o' the house this 'minute! Take it right down to the sinkhole an' smash every bottle on the stones."
"When this airplane is safe at Sinkhole, and you've brought me every darned thing that's been packed off, I'll pay you the rest of the fifty. There's more," he added meaningly, "that's missing. The fuselage ain't all." The brother of Tomaso seemed unhappy.
He was trying to make the thing look real to him after all the visions he had had of it. He had had his spells of doubting the probity of Tomaso's brother; of secretly wondering whether the story of the plane might not be a ruse to lure him away from Sinkhole.
You'd pine away if you didn't have some mystery to mill over. You ought to be glad " "You weren't at Sinkhole camp that night I 'phoned." Mary V looked at him accusingly. "Oh, weren't I?" Johnny took refuge in mockery. "How do you know?" Naturally, Mary V disliked to tell him how she knew. She shied from the subject.
Johnny shouted above the sputtering cough of the motor. But Bland only shook his head slowly from right to left and back again. Bland's ears were a waxy white now, and the line of his jaw had sharpened. Johnny believed that Bland would fail him too. They were gliding down an invisible incline, and it was a long way to Sinkhole.
Bland righted it, but Johnny held his breath at the way the ground had jumped up at them. Ahead, and a little to one side, three riders went creeping up a slope. They seemed to be heading toward Sinkhole Camp, and Johnny signaled Bland to keep off, and so avoid scaring the horses. But the slight detour cost them precious feet of altitude while the nearest sandy stretch was yet far off.
Mary V had seen Johnny angry, often enough, but she had never seen just that look in his eyes; a stern anxiety that rather pleased her. "Why, I should have said 'Como esta Vd, and ridden right along. If he had been half as disagreeable as you have been, I expect maybe I'd have shot him. Go on home to Sinkhole, why don't you? I'm sure I don't enjoy this continual bickering."
His thoughts took the trail to Sinkhole, dwelt there for a space in anxious speculation, drifted on to the Border and beyond and sought out Johnny Jewel, dwelling upon his quest with even more anxious speculation.
But this country south of Snake Ridge was closer to the lawless land across the boundary than he liked. Their very errand down there gave proof enough of its character. North of Snake Ridge, Sudden would merely have stored away a lecture for Mary V. Down here at Sinkhole "You boys get out and hunt her up!" he snapped, almost as though they were to blame for her absence.
It was only a little after one o'clock when Mary V, holding Jake down to a walk, nervously passed the empty corral at Sinkhole Camp. She paused awhile in the shadows, wondering what she had better do next. After all, it would be awkward to investigate the interior of the little cabin that squatted there so silently under the moon. She hesitated to dismount.
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