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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Haven't you two been to see Barbara yet?" the surveyor demanded as though charging them with some neglected duty. "We have not; an' by that ye will know that we've been in this town less than an hour by Tex's watch that Barbara give him an' that he lost down the shaft at Gold Center."
Endicott smiled: "Haven't I improved enough, yet, for 'Win'? Tex thinks so." The girl regarded him critically. "I have a great deal of respect for Tex's judgment," she smiled. "Then, dear, I am going to ask you again, the question I have asked you times out of number: Will you marry me?" "Don't spoil it all, now, please. I am enjoying it so. Enjoying being here with just you and the big West.
They missed either Tex's voluble and spicy encouragement or the experienced hand which laid on the rope end, but the chief difficulty seemed to be that they were of different minds as to the direction which they should take, and since the cow was of still another, Wallie was confronted with a difficult situation.
"Yessir, they're queer game. When they ain't tattoin' theirselves with Scripture tex's they git from the missionaries, they're pullin' out the hairs all over their bodies with two clam-shells. Hair by hair, y' understan'?" "Pull'n out 'er hair?" said Wilbur, wondering what was the matter with his tongue. "They think it's clever think the women folk like it."
The gulf that might have divided us was bridged now, so I got what satisfaction I could out of her chatter. "I wish I could paint. I'd like to do them tex's what they gives yer at Sunday school." "Oh, that's the line you'd like to take up, Julia, is it?" Another pause. "D'yer like them paintin's what they gives yer at the tea grocers?
When it comes right down to fine work " So, feeding the vanity of the boss with tidbits of crude flattery, which the boss swallowed greedily as nine tenths of us would do, they jogged along down the pebbly bottom of Sinkhole Creek where it had gone dry, turned into the first rocky draw that pointed southeastward, and so passed on and away from the camp where Tex's thoughts were clinging anxiously.
Still kneeling Barbara took a glass from Ynez and turned again to the injured surveyor. "Here, Abe; drink this." The Irishman lifted him in his huge arms and he obeyed. Then as he lay looking up into Barbara's face, again that slow smile came and he said: "Well, little girl; Holmes made it, didn't he? That buckskin horse of Tex's is all right, and Holmes Holmes is a man! He sure made good!
Whirled against logs and stumps, drawn down by the weight of his clothes and the frantic efforts of Tex to grasp him fighting the water and the man he was trying to save at the same time, his head under water as often as it was out of it, and Tex's vise-like fingers threatening him he headed for the west shore against powerful cross-currents that made his efforts seem useless.
I wouldn't be in yore shoes for no money when Tex comes around an' remembers what yuh done?" "I reckon I can take care of m'self," retorted Jessup. "It ain't Tex's game to be took up for no murder yet awhile." Without further comment he gathered up most of Stratton's belongings and departed for the corral. Buck took his hand-bag and, leaving the cabin, limped slowly down to the creek.
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