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Then his eyes sought the trail ahead, scanning the level spaces and the heaped-up masses of granite; and an instant later a cry escaped his lips. For there, perhaps half a mile away, and mounting rapidly a gray ridge of rock, his body outlined against the blue sky, was Sunnysides. It had been no vision, then, no figment of his tortured brain.
And thereupon his lips moved. "Yes, Philip! What is it?" "I don't understand," he whispered. "It's Marion!" she cried. "Don't you know me?" "But where?" "I don't know. Thunder Mountain." "Yes, I know that!" he said, with a note of impatience. "Sunnysides and all that. But you?" "I followed, and found you." A weak smile flickered on his lips. She saw that he did not believe her. "Look!
Murray from the start. Besides she could not wait to ask her questions by any indirection. "Have you seen him?" she demanded eagerly. "Yes, he was here about noontime. The look on his face!" She threw up her hands in a gesture that indicated the abandonment of all hope for such a man. "And Sunnysides?" "Long before him. The critter almost run over my two babies, playin' there before the door.
Up through this litter of disintegrated granite the trail lurched with many twists and turns, and emerged at last upon one of the lower levels of the summit. Trixy was winded, and for a moment Haig rested her, while he surveyed the scene. And in the thrill of that moment, facing the undertaking in which he had once failed, he all but forgot Sunnysides.
Having for some minutes seen nothing of the outlaw, Haig supposed that the runaway had already reached the meadow, and was by now on the trail through the forest. But just as Trixy's shod hoofs struck the platform with a clatter, Haig caught sight of Sunnysides far out on the narrow shelf. He was trotting briskly along, for the shelf was smooth and level.
What have you to say about your scheme to take my horse?" Huntington groped in vain for one of the crushing retorts that he had valiantly prepared for this meeting. Then he caught Marion's eye again. "That was a mistake," he said. "But I'm no thief and no liar." "I grant you're honest enough, Huntington, when you stop to think. As for Sunnysides, he's settled that business for himself.
Of course Haig " "What did he say then?" "He says he c'n cross if Sunnysides can, an' if they can't they'll fight it out up there. My man asks why he didn't go 'round a safe way an' wait for Sunnysides in the San Luis, if he thinks the horse's goin' back home. Haig says he'd made up his mind to cross Thunder Mountain some time, an' now's as good a time as any.
These masses appeared to be in a state of instability, and it was not clear to Haig, from where he lay, how a trail could ever have been picked out among those jutting rocks and slides of débris, or how, once found, it could have remained intact on that shifting foundation. He was studying it incredulously, when Sunnysides suddenly resolved all doubts.
She had descried the figure of a man seated with his back against the bars of this corral. But it was not Philip Haig; Sunnysides' guard, no doubt, for he never left his post until relieved by another an hour or so later, when the dinner bell had been rung at the door of the ranch house. She had scarcely time to feel her disappointment before a man emerged from the stable leading a saddle horse.
Marion bent close, and touched it with her fingers. "Oh!" she sighed at last, in deep relief. Haig's reply was a laugh of which the irony did not escape her. "Philip!" she cried reproachfully. "Well, isn't it rather droll and ludicrous, when you come to think of it? First, Sunnysides' punch in my stomach.
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