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"I told you your head wasn't working just right," jeered Nueces. "We want to give you a good start. They'll be after you again, and you're in no fix to do any hard riding. But one of us will go. Breslin, you go." "Too late," observed Anastacio quietly. There is Miss Vorhis now, with her father. They're climbing to the Gap. Go on, Foy."
"North too," said Pringle. "I don't know just where, but you can tell me. I go to a railroad station first Aden. Then to the Vorhis place?" "Vorhis? I'm going there myself?" said Foy. "You didn't tell me your name yet." "Pringle." "What? Not John Wesley Pringle? Great Scott, man! I've heard Stella talk about you a thousand times. Say, I'm sure glad to meet you! My name's Foy Christopher Foy."
The good old customs and certain bad old customs, too still held on the Bar Cross Range, fifty miles by one hundred, on the Jornado. Scattered here and there were smaller ranches: among them the V H the Vorhis Ranch. Stella Vorhis and John Wesley, far out on the plain, rode through the pleasant afternoon.
Don't you try it!" "Oh, they're just joking, Nueces," said the Major. "Tell us how about it. Here, I'll light the lamp; it's getting dark. Find any sign of Foy?" Nueces leveled a belligerent finger at the Major. "You've been joking, too! I've heard about you. Lisner, I'm ashamed of you! Let Vorhis pull the wool over your eyes, while you sit here and jaw all afternoon, doing nothing!"
That will make you twenty-five. You don't look a day over twenty-four! But you're still Stella Vorhis?" She met his gaze gravely; then her lids drooped and a wave of red flushed her face. "I am Stella Vorhis yet." "Meaning for a little while yet?" "Meaning, for a little while yet. That will come later, John Wesley. Oh, I'll tell you, but not just now.
There's a lot of the Barelas, Ben. I'll tell you what I'll do, though I'll slip the idea to my crowd, and any time you want to kill me on an even break, no Barela or Ascarate will take it up. Put it right in your little holster put it up, I say! That's right. You see, Breslin? Don't let Foy out of your sight if he should be taken." "But he'll never let himself be taken alive," said Vorhis.
"Who's going to stop me?" Anastacio, in his turn, brought his chair to the floor, at the same time unclasping his hands from behind his head. "I'll do that little thing, Sheriff," he announced mildly. "Miss Vorhis has already told us that she has not seen Foy since yesterday noon. That is quite sufficient." Silence. "This makes me fidgety. Somebody say something, quick anything!" begged Pringle.
One of you can ride home behind someone. Call down to the bunch under the cliff that we've got 'em, and for them to hike out to the ranch and take a nap. You'd better turn old Vorhis loose and that girl. They can't do any harm now." "Bring my horse, too," said Anastacio. "I'm staying. I want to be sure the invalid gets ... proper care." "Me too," said Breslin.
Stella Vorhis had been banished to her own room and Sheriff Matt Lisner had privately told off a man to make sure she did not escape. Lisner and Ben Creagan, crossest of the four examiners, had been prepared to meet by crushing denial an eager and indignant statement from Pringle, adducing the Gadsden House affair and his subsequent companying with Foy as proof positive of Foy's innocence.
"Sheriff, you certainly are an easy mark!" returned Nueces, in great disgust. "Foy didn't go on afoot or horseback, because he was never there. I've told you twice: Cowan left that calico horse on purpose for us to find. Vorhis is Foy's friend.
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