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It being Sunday, nearly every man that lived near was away from home. Fortunately, a Mr. Flint, who had company visiting him, was at home. The men were eating their dinner when a woman who had seen us in the water rushed into the dining-room and told them that Mr. Tripp's family were in the mill-pond drowning. They rushed from the table, tipping it over and breaking some dishes.
Solon Tripp's the reg'lar one, but Laviny and he had a row and she said she'd come back and ha'nt me if I ever let him touch her rema Where you goin'? DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" The minister was going after a match, and said so. In a moment he returned with several. One of these he lit. The brimstone sputtered, burned blue and fragrant, then burst into a yellow flame. The little room was empty.
Never another head has he bought lately unless," and Tripp's eyes twinkled at her, "you count pigeons!" "Pigeons!" repeated Judith. Tripp nodded. "Funny, isn't it," he went on lightly "that a man like Bayne Trevors, hard as nails and as free of sentiment as a mule, should fancy little cooing, innocent-like pigeons? You'll hear them in the morning."
Briefly he went on to give her the rest of the results of his two-hour seeking for something definite. If she'd ride on a little she'd come to the spot where his horse had been killed; she would see in the road the signs where, at Tripp's, orders, the carcass had been dragged away.
An express train came thundering in, and before Bob Tripp knew what was in the wind it had coupled on to Car Three. A few moments later Phil Forrest and his crew were bowling away for the next stand. His rivals would not be able to get another train out until very late that night. Late in the afternoon Bob Tripp's country crew returned, tired, disgusted and glum.
Good-by." She lost no time in calling for Bill Crowdy, the man whom Trevors had put into Tripp's place. "By the way," she said when the man with the voice which had sounded so boyish in her ears answered again, "who are you?" "Ed Masters," he told her. "Electrician, you know."
But where did the calf sickness come from? Bayne Trevors imported it." The inference was clear. He stared at her with frowning eyes. "I don't see how he could have done it without Tripp's getting on to it. He hasn't bought any new hogs." "But you understand now why I wanted to talk to you? If I win out in the thing I have taken on my shoulders, it is going to be by a close margin.
The box was fastened, like the rest, with a Tripp's patent lever padlock, the only key of which I kept, together with the key of the safe." The box indicated was one of ordinary thin sheet iron, japanned black something like what is called a deed box. "The padlock has been broken open, I see," Hewitt observed. "Yes, but I did that myself this morning.
"You'll listen to the likes of me, Bill Crowdy!" she cried passionately, a small fist clinched. "You get those calves out into some fresh air just as quick as the Lord will let you! Into a pen by themselves. Doc Tripp will attend to them in the morning." "Tripp's gone." "He's on his way back, right now. And you're on your way off the ranch. Understand?
That's old Mother McGinnis' price per day. I'll show you the house." "What words are these, Tripp?" said I. "I thought you said you had a story. Every ferryboat that crosses the East River brings or takes away girls from Long Island." The premature lines on Tripp's face grew deeper. He frowned seriously from his tangle of hair.
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