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It would be indeed a stubborn confidence which could not be won by such an experience, and before leaving for the ranch Y.D. had arranged for Transley practically an open credit with his bankers, and had undertaken to send down all the horses and equipment that could be spared.
But his difficulties were increasing. He was farther from the river. It took longer to get water. One of the barrels fell off and collapsed. Some of the men were playing out. The horses were wild with excitement and terror. The smoke was growing denser and hotter. Men were coughing and gasping through dry, seared lips. "You can't hold it, Transley; you can't hold it!" said one of the men.
Well, there's maybe a thousand tons o' hay over in the South Y.D., an' you boys better trail over there to-morrow an' pitch into it that is, if you're satisfied with the price I'm payin' you." "The price is all right," said Transley, "and we'll hit the trail at sun-up. There'll be no trouble no confliction of interests, I mean?" "Whose interests?" demanded the rancher, beligerently.
"Glad to see you, Y.D.; honored to have a visit from you, Ma'am," he said, as he helped them from the democrat, and gave instructions for the care of their horses. "Supper is waiting, and the men won't be ready for some time." Y.D. shook hands with Transley cordially. "Zen an' me just thought we'd run over and see how the wind blew," he said. "You got a good spot here for a camp, Transley.
Y.D. went to find Transley and arrange for a horse, and in a moment Zen appeared from somewhere. "You've been quarreling with Dad," she said, half reproachfully, and yet in a tone which suggested that she could understand. "Not exactly that," he parried. "We were just having a frank talk with each other."
It will beat around our south flank and lick up everything!" Transley jumped from his horse. He seized Linder in his arms and literally threw him into the saddle. "You're played, boy!" he shouted in his foreman's ear. "Ride down to the river and get into the water, and stay there until you know we can win!" Then Transley threw himself into the fight.
But just now we have a fire on our hands." By this time they had reached the camp. Transley gave his instructions in a few words, and then turned to ride down to Landson's. They had gone only a few hundred yards when Y.D. pulled his horse to a stop. "Transley!" he exclaimed, and his voice was shaking. "What do you smell?" The contractor drew up and sniffed the air.
"I must stay up," he reasoned with himself; "I must be on hand in case he should be frightened." Suddenly it occurred to Grant that, quite apart from his love for Wilson, if anything should happen the child in his house a very difficult situation would be created. Transley would demand explanations explanations which would be hard to make. Why was Wilson there at all?
Zen insisted that the first dance must belong to Transley, but after that she danced with the young ranchers and cowboys with strict impartiality. And even as she danced she found herself wondering if, among all this representation of the countryside, that one upon whom her thoughts had turned so much should be missing. She found herself watching the door.
Her amazing frankness brought Grant, figuratively, to his feet at every turn. She seemed to have no desire to conceal her interest in him, her attachment for him. Hers was such candor as might well be born of the vast hillsides, the great valleys, the brooding silences of her girlhood. Yet it seemed obvious that she must be less candid with Transley....
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