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Usually to a remark of this kind his aunt would respond with consoling assurance that he was young and must have a little pleasure; but to-night she only said with a sigh it would perhaps be better; that when one was poor the only peaceful thing was to accept it. "Then I suppose you couldn't lend me a little?" he faltered. "Lend?" Miss Sarah sat up very straight. "Oh, Wayland, are you in debt?"
Jane took her leave of Philip beside his couch of imprisonment in his room, promising to return in the early morning. He embraced her old dog Wayland tenderly. Hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs. Walking homeward she likewise gave Wayland a hug.
He tore the saddle from the fallen broncho and cinched it on his own horse. Then he lifted Matthews, protesting, to the fresh mount, "till we reach the next rest place," he said, tying the halter rope of the pack mule to the saddle pommel. "Go on, I'll come." Wayland waited till the horse and mule passed over the crest of the sand bank; then, he took out his revolver.
"And are you indeed returned, Master Wayland?" she asked quickly, conquering her first emotion with a proud uplifting of her head. "You surprised me greatly. I think I first mistook you for a ghost come back to haunt me for having despatched you on so perilous a quest.
The Ranger uttered a yell; then paused in his head-long descent. The pony had plunged in belly deep; the mule had lowered its head; the old man was kneeling at the brink. Wayland saw him lave the water up with his hand: then throw it violently back. All at once, the grip of life snapped. Matthews was lying motionless on the sand.
Her woman instinct caught at the first straw to hand. "Photogravures, Fordie, three more to-day. They are Watts " "He has to round the next turn! Never mind! He didn't hear," interjected Wayland irritably. "All the same," she said, "I'm going to send one of those pictures up to you for the cabin. There is Hope sitting on top of the World, eyes bandaged, harp strings broken " "Don't send that one!
"Why, how can I tell you what it was?" said the hostler; "simply it smelled and tasted for I did make bold to put a pea's substance into my mouth like hartshorn and savin mixed with vinegar; but then no hartshorn and savin ever wrought so speedy a cure. And I am dreading that if Wayland Smith be gone, the bots will have more power over horse and cattle."
But, father, if you go up to Moore's camp, don't say too much about what has happened. Don't tell them just when you took the back-trail, and just how long Wayland and I were in camp." "Why not?" She reddened with confusion. "Because You know what an old gossip Mrs. Belden is. I don't want her to know. She's an awful talker, and our being together up there all that time will give her a chance."
But the giant is a courteous monster, and more grateful than many other folk whom I have helped at a pinch, Master Wayland Smith." "Beshrew me, Flibbertigibbet," replied Wayland, "but thou art sharper than a Sheffield whittle! I would I knew by what charm you muzzled yonder old bear."
The Ranger pointed to the wide cracks in the baked earth, dry as flour dust deep as they could see. The mule led the way at a run up the next sand roll. "Think he smells water, Wayland?" Another broad mesa rolled away to the silver strip of mountain on the sky line; but the fore ground broke into slabs and blocks of red stone. Wayland examined the trail.
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