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As he and his men spurred down the slope toward the entrance to middle pasture, the girl's eyes sought Stratton's. "You " "I must." He quickly answered her unspoken question. "They'll need us to show them the way. We'll be back, though, as soon as we possibly can. You're not nervous, are you? You're perfectly safe, of course, with " "Of course," she assured him promptly. "Lynch has gone.
Motionless in his saddle, save for an occasional restless stamp of his horse, Bud Jessup waited patiently in front of the adobe shack at Las Vegas camp. His face was serious and thoughtful, and his glance was fixed on the open door through which came the broken, indistinguishable murmur of Buck Stratton's voice.
If he could figger on gettin' her to marry him, he'd have the ranch an' everythin' on it without no more trouble at all. You'd think even a scoundrel like him would see she wouldn't look at him." "Did he Was he " "Oh, no! Nothin' raw a-tall," returned Bud, divining the thought in Stratton's mind.
We caught his horse out there, the saddle all " "Since yuh gotta know," snapped the puncher, "he got a hole drilled through one leg. He's right here behind me." As Bud flung himself out of the saddle and hurried over to the man lying just inside the gully, McCabe stepped swiftly to the side of Stratton's horse. There was a mingling of doubt and sharp suspicion in the upturned face.
Miss Stratton had liked Harry very much, when he first became paper boy. He had a frank manner that made him friends. At first he carefully threw the paper on Miss Stratton's front piazza. He never skipped an evening, as the former paper boy had sometimes done, and Miss Stratton rejoiced that at last a paper boy who was reliable had been found for the route.
A tiny trickle of blood from Stratton's cut lip ran down his chin and splashed on the front of his torn, disordered shirt. "Wash, I reckon," he answered, with a twisted twitch of his stiff lips that was meant to be a smile. "I sure need it bad." "But I mean after that," explained Bud. "Don't yuh want me to saddle up while you're gettin' ready?
The sheriff's glance swept over the disordered room, taking in the shattered window, the bodies on the floor, the Mexican who crouched moaning in a corner, and returned to Stratton's face. "I'm not so sure about that last," he commented, with a momentary grim smile. "What's your name?" "Buck Green." "Oh! You wrote me a letter " "Sure. I'll explain about that later. Meanwhile "
I don't believe she has any sister; anyway, I am quite sure she would have told me if a sister had caused her such sorrow as you mention." She came, and when I reached the passage about the sister, expecting that she would endorse Mrs Stratton's denial, I noticed, to my great surprise, that her eyes filled suddenly with tears, and that she was literally unable to speak through emotion.
He was weak as a cat, and felt sure that no appeal from him would move Lynch a particle. His only chance lay with the fat man and his companion, and as the two turned away, Buck tried his best to call out after them. The only result was an inarticulate croak. Lynch heard it, and instantly dropping on his knees, he clapped one hand over Stratton's mouth.
Buck's expression had grown suddenly keen and eager. "Well?" he urged. "What did happen, anyhow? I had my suspicions there was something queer about that business, but You can trust me, old man." Bemis nodded, his dark eyes searching Stratton's face. "I'll take a chance," he answered. "I got to. There ain't nobody else.
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