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Updated: June 16, 2025
Seated on a fallen tree-trunk Tresler pondered long and deeply. He was thinking of Joe's information that the sheriff had at last set up a station at Forks. Why should he not carry his story to him? Why should he not take this man into his confidence, and so work out the trapping of the gang? And, if Jake were He had no time to proceed further.
She was fiddle-headed and as lean as a hay-rake, but in build she was every inch a grand piece of horse-flesh. And Tresler was sufficient horseman to appreciate her lines, as well as the vicious, roving eye which displayed the flashing whites at every turn.
And you can rest satisfied he'll take nothing from you on that score. You may not know Arizona; I do." "You are confident," the other retorted, resentful at once. "I have reason to be," came the decided answer. Marbolt shook his close-cropped head. His resentment had gone from his manner again. He had few moods which he was unable to control at will. That was how it seemed to Tresler.
Even the man lying sick on the bed beside her had no meaning for her. "Well?" her father demanded impatiently. "You are going to give Tresler up now?" She heard him this time. With a rush everything came to her, and a feeling of utter helplessness swept over her. Oh, the shame of it! Suddenly she flung forward on the bed and sobbed her heart out beside the man she must give up.
"And just such a story as I should imagine your father had behind him. A most unhappy one," Tresler observed quietly. But he was marveling at the innocence of this child who failed to realize the meaning of "black ivory." For a little while there was a silence between them, and both sat staring out of the window.
Arizona's manner of accepting his selection pleased him. There was no "yes" or "no" about it: no argument. A silent acceptance and ready thought for their needs. A thorough old campaigner. A man to be relied on in emergency a man to be appreciated. In two hours everything was in readiness, Tresler contenting himself with a reassuring message to Diane through the medium of Joe. They rode off.
But Tresler had no desire that she should pass him in that casual fashion, and, with a disarming smile, hailed her. "Don't change a good mind, Miss Marbolt," he cried. Whereat the blush returned to the girl's cheek intensified, for she knew that he had seen her intention. This time, however, she pulled up decidedly, and turned a smiling face to him.
And Tresler kissed her softly, pressing his cheek many times against the silky curls that wreathed about her head. Then, after a while, he sat looking out of the window with a hard, unyielding stare. Weak as he was, he was ready to do battle with all his might for this child nestling so trustfully in his arms.
Then her native cussedness asserted itself; she shook her head angrily, and caught the bar of the spade-bit in her great, strong teeth, swung round, and, stretching her long ewe neck, headed south across country as hard as she could lay heels to the ground. Tresler fought her every foot of the way, but it was useless. The devil possessed her, and she worked her will on him.
Y' see I've done a heap o' settin' around M'skeeter Bend fer nigh on ten years, mostly watchin'. Now, mebbe, y' ain't never sot no plant, an' bedded it gentle wi' sifted mould, an' watered it careful, an' sot right ther' on a box, an' watched it grow in a spot wher' ther' wa'n't no bizness fer anythin' but weeds?" Tresler shook his head, wonderingly. "No; guess not," Joe went on.
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