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However, he gave no sign, contenting himself with a cordial reply. "You are very kind. I too should like a chat. You see, I am a 'tenderfoot, and you have been kind enough to pass over my shortcomings." Diane led the way into the house. And Tresler, following her, was struck with the simple comfort of this home in the wilds. It was a roomy two-storied house, unpretentious, but very capacious.
"Wal, go and bring him out," snarled the giant. "I'll see to the rest." Tresler went off to the barn without another word. His going was almost precipitate, but not from any fear of Jake. It was himself he feared.
"Tresler," the man said, in a manner that left little to the imagination, "I have only one answer for you. You have become offensive to me on this ranch, and I shall be glad if you will remove yourself as quickly as possible. I shall refund you the money you have paid, and your agreement can be torn up." "Then you will not consider my proposal?" "I have already answered you."
"But Marbolt told Jake he bought her from a half-breed outfit." "Dare say he did." Fyles relit his pipe for about the twentieth time, which caused Tresler to hand him his pouch. "Try tobacco," he said, with a smile. The sheriff accepted the invitation with unruffled composure. The gentle sarcasm passed quite unheeded.
The choreman deposited the saddle on the ground, and looked his man up and down before he answered. "Wher' am I goin'?" he said, as though he were thinking of other things. "I guess I'm doin' a job in case I git fergittin' by the mornin'. Jake reckons to want my saddle in the mornin' over at the hoss corrals. But, say, why ain't you abed, Mr. Tresler?"
Tresler sprang into his saddle, and, turning his mare's head homeward, led the buckskin and its drunken freight at a rattling pace. And Joe kept silence for a while. He felt it was best so. But, in the end, he was the first to speak, and when he did so there was a quiet dryness in his tone that pointed all he said.
His deep-set eyes twinkled with an odd sort of mischievous humor as he raised them abruptly to the troubled face of his companion. "Guess I kind o' forgot to tell you. I gave the sheriff that letter this mornin' 'fore I called on Carney. Mebbe, ef I'd told you 'fore I'd 'a' saved you " "You little " Tresler could find no words to express his exasperation.
It was the stubborn, purposeful character of the man that she admired, and thought most of. He had carried out a task that the best horse-breaker in the country might reasonably have shrunk from, and all to please the brutal nature of Jake Harnach. "And you've christened her 'Lady Jezebel'?" she asked. Tresler laughed. "Why, yes, it seems to suit her," he said indifferently.
Then, having hurried through his own immediate morning duties, he waited, with that philosophic patience which he applied now in his declining years to all the greater issues of his life, for his friend's awakening. And when Tresler awoke he was wonderfully refreshed. His recuperative faculties were remarkable.
But you must not think too well of me. Believe me, there is selfishness at the root of my anxiety. Do you not see what trouble it will cause to us; my father, me?" Tresler looked away. The girl had a strange insistence. It seemed to him folly to consider the matter so seriously.
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