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Neale had made her aware of her beauty, and she was proud of it, since it seemed to be such a strange treasure to him. On the May morning that Slingerland left her alone she was startled by the clip-clop of horses trotting up the trail a few hours after his departure. Her first thought was that Neale and Larry had returned. All her being suddenly radiated with rapture. She flew to the door.
"Slingerland went over the hill," said Allie. "He'll be back presently." The fellow brushed her aside and went into the cabin. Then the other three riders arrived. "Mornin', miss," said one, a grizzled veteran, who might have been miner, trapper, or bandit. The other two reined in behind him. One wore a wide-brimmed black sombrero from under which a dark, sinister face gleamed.
Slingerland showed his amazement at the pictures drawn by Neale, especially at the final one. "Wal, I reckon thet's all guff too," he said. "A lot of bad women out in these wilds ain't to be feared. Supposin' thar was a lot of them which ain't likely how'd they ever git out to the camps?" "Slingerland, the trains the trains will follow the laying of the rails!" "Oho!
The troops and horses and camps and trails the Indian country with its threats from out of the air the wild places with their deer, buffalo, panthers, trappers like Slingerland, scouts, and desperadoes. It began to get such a hold on me that I was wild. That might have been bad for me but for my work. I did well. Allie, I ran lines for the U. P. that no other engineer could run."
The front of her dress was a bloody mass, and her hands were red. "Stabbed in the breast!" exclaimed King. "No," replied Slingerland. "If she'd been stabbed she'd been scalped, too. Mebbe thet blood comes from an arrow an' she might hev pulled it out." Neale bent over her with swift scrutiny. "No cut or hole in her dress!"
He lived all the hours in utter agony of mind, but his heart did not give up. They coursed far and near, always keeping to the stream beds, for if Slingerland had made another camp it would be near water. More than one trail led nowhere; more than one horse track roused hopes that were futile.
This evidence of feeling in him relaxed the stony scrutiny of the watchers, and they shifted uneasily on their feet. Allie stood watching waiting, with her heart at her lips. "Where did you take my daughter?" queried Lee, presently. "To the home of a trapper. My friend Slingerland," replied Neale, indicating the buckskin-clad figure. "She lived there slowly recovering.
The trapper bounded at them, his tanned face glowing, his gray eyes glad. "Boys, it's come at last! I knowed I'd run into you some day," he said, and he gripped them with horny hands. Neale tried to speak, but a terrible cramp in his throat choked him. He appealed with his hands to Slingerland. The trapper lost his smile and the iron set returned to his features. Larry choked over his utterance.
It rained hard all night and by morning the brook had become a yellow flood and the trail was under water. Toward noon the rain turned to a drizzly snow, and finally ceased. Slingerland passed on down the valley, searching for tracks. The ground everywhere had been washed clean and smooth. When he reached the old St.
The cowboy backed away, slowly, carefully, with soft steps, and he faced the others as he moved. "I reckon thet's aboot all," he said, and, slipping into the crowd, he was gone. After Neale and Larry left, Slingerland saw four seasons swing round, in which no visitors disturbed the loneliness of his valley. All this while he did not leave Allie Lee alone, or at least out of hearing.
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