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"I did and I was going to write and tell you to come down, but I've had some special work to do at the office." She took the horse's rein from him, and together they started toward the stables. As she stepped over and around the old hoofs and meat-bones which littered the way without comment, Wayland again wondered at her apparent failure to realize the disgusting disorder of the yard.
It was such a happy and triumphant home-coming for a Man on the Job, who had risked his life for seven successive weeks solely in the cause of Right. Matthews slammed his hat on the ground, and stamped upon it, and clenched his teeth to keep in the words that seemed to want to hiss out. "Man alive. A'd like t' spank him!" Wayland laughed.
I want a man who can fight like the devil if he has to and handle that gang in the cow camp with branding irons! I want 'em run out, do you hear? They're blackguards! I want a man that's a man; and, for pay, you can name your own price. I'll want a partner as I grow older. And don't you do any fool rash thing that I'll have to fight and down you for! I like you, Wayland "
But you'll know more about all this at the end of ten days than I can tell you in a year." "I'm eager for duty," replied Wayland. The next morning, as he rode down to the office to meet the Supervisor, he was surprised and delighted to find Berea there. "I'm riding, too," she announced, delightedly. "I've never been over that new trail, and father has agreed to let me go along."
The pride of art, which is certainly not inferior in its influence to any other pride whatever, here so far operated on Wayland Smith, that, notwithstanding the obvious danger of his being recognized, he could not help winking to Tressilian, and smiling mysteriously, as if triumphing in the undoubted evidence of his veterinary skill. In the meanwhile, the discourse continued.
Entirely unaware of what was passing in the mind of her patient, Berrie went about her duties with a cheerfulness which astonished the sufferer in the tent. She seemed about to hum a song as she set the skillet on the fire, but a moment later she called out, in a tone of irritation: "Here comes Nash!" "I'm glad of that," answered Wayland, although he perceived something of her displeasure.
Do they get anything down there in the awfu' heat?" Wayland laughed. "I don't know," he said. "Care isn't light as dandelion fluff! I'll bet on that." The roar of waters below the moraine softened and quieted. There was a chorus of little waves lipping and whispering among the reeds. A whole aeon of resinous sunbeams breathed their essence through the dark from the spicy evergreens.
This, apropos of nothing in particular, unless you happen to understand from the catagory of your own experiences. It was her first love-letter; and, because she did not know she was writing a love-letter she wrote out of the fulness of an overflowing heart. Also the hour was the precise hour when consciousness of her presence had gone over Wayland in flood tides of fierce tenderness.
Once there, Miss Moore's three upper class guardians were given a vociferous greeting by a bevy of jubilant girls. "Why didn't you wire me?" "I did," returned Phyllis. "You'll probably receive it tomorrow. That will be so nice, won't it, to get a wire that I am on the way when I'm already here?" "You fell into good hands, anyway," Robin beamed on the trio of Wayland Hall girls.
"My name is Wayland," I made haste to explain, "and I left the Fort but now, hoping by this round-about route to reach the Kinzie place and return under cover of darkness. I slipped on the edge of the bank up yonder, and the next thing I knew we were at it. I can assure you, friend, I supposed myself in the arms of a savage. You say your name is Burns?" "Ol' Tom Burns." "What?
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