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"Close hauled," grunted Lee. And to himself, he remarked as he had remarked once before: "She's got her sand." Quite naturally Bud Lee thought swiftly of his horses. He had told Trevors that he wanted to make no sale for at least six months.
"Don't know," he said frankly. "He didn't say." "Well," said Judith, "I'll tell you one thing, Ed Masters. If you are one of the loaf-around kind you'd better call for your time to-night. If there's anything for you to do, go do it. Don't wait for Trevors. He's gone. Yes, for good. You can report to me here the first thing in the morning. Now send me Crowdy."
"But we are going to buck up and show folks that he knew. He would have made a go of the thing; we are going to do it. What was the trouble with you and Trevors?" Tripp explained succinctly. He and the general manager had disagreed openly and frequently about that part of the work in which, until the coming of Trevors, the veterinarian had been entirely unhampered.
Of these things the Trevors thought little; they only saw that no child could be happy in enforced idleness or constrained employment; and so Eric grew up to love Sunday quite as well as any other day in the week, though, unlike your angelic children, he never professed to like it better.
"Fifty dollars for a Red Duke colt like Comet!" She stared at Lee as though she could not believe it. He merely stared back at her, wondering just how much she knew about horse-flesh. Then, suddenly, she whirled again upon Trevors. "I came out to see if you were a crook or just a fool," she told him, her words like a slap in his face. "No man could be so big a fool as that! You you crook!"
An impression, by the way, not entirely erroneous. "A great man!" cried Hampton warmly. "The only man I know big enough to swing a job like this." To himself he said that the chief good he could do at the outset was to work to get Trevors back. With this in his mind and having had no full account of Judith's manner of ejecting the general manager, he went straight to her.
As she looked into the bright face of the smiling girl in the glass, a sudden change came. Pigeons! Doc Tripp had said that Trevors had got them; had remarked on the incongruity of a man like Trevors caring for little cooing birds. It was rather odd. Carrier-pigeons carrier
What tricks Trevors knew, he used, and they were met by what cunning lay in Bud Lee; what strength, what resistance, what power to endure was each panting body was called upon to the reserve. Already the spring had gone out of their steps. They came at each other for the most part more slowly, more cautiously, but more determined not to give over.
"Yes'm," said Carson. "I doped it up like that." "Why," cried the girl, "he's fired all of the old men and Heaven knows how many of his sort he's put in their places! Help me clean 'em out, Carson! Where will we begin? I've chucked Trevors and Ward Hannon. Who goes next, Carson?" "Benny the cook," said Carson gently. "An' I'd be obliged, ma'am, if you'd let me go boot him off'n the ranch."
Mayhew sent by messenger a huge placard reading, "Wanted, A Wife." Trevors called him up by telephone to advise him to see Jupiter Belles at once. "Get a seat in A," he chuckled, "and take a good look at the third from the left, first row. She has gray eyes."
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