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Westerfelt called out to the old man, who had got down beside his horses and was peering at the motionless line of vehicles ahead. "A hack's broke down," the old fellow replied. "Nobody hurt, it seems, but the banks on both sides is so steep that they cayn't cleer the road. We'll have to take our time. I'd jest about as soon set heer in my wagon as to listen to them long-winded preachers, anyway."
You see, I heerd her an' Wambush a-talkin' on the back porch when I went out thar to draw up a bucket o' water. The rope had got tangled somehow, an' I had to fix it, an' while I was doin' of it I couldn't help heerin' what they said, beca'se Toot wus as mad as a wet hen, an' didn't keer a dern who heerd 'im." "Mad at her?" ejaculated Westerfelt.
He seems to be getting more and more determined to make you marry him whether or no. He is jealous of Mr. Westerfelt." Mrs. Floyd lowered her voice. "If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have fought him as he did. That is at the bottom of it, daughter, and now that he is a regular outlaw I am awfully uneasy.
"Yore affectionate father, Westerfelt folded the letter deliberately, and then in a sudden spasm of jealous despair he crumpled it in his hand. He turned his head on the side and pressed down his pillow that he might see Harriet as she sat by the fire. The red firelight shone in her face. She looked tired and troubled. "Poor girl!" he murmured. "Poor girl! Oh, God, have mercy on me!
"Oh, I reckon she kin take care o' herse'f; she has that look to me; besides, she's been warned; my wife an' among 'em has talked to her plenty o' times. I reckon she knows what he is well enough. Do you know I had my eye on you an' her to-night?" "What do you mean, Luke?" Westerfelt managed to avoid meeting the eye of his host as he put the question.
"I won't beg any man nor gang of men living to give me my rights. I suppose I am accused of having reported those fellows to the revenue men. I have simply to say that it is a lie!" "Uh, uh!" said the leader; "careful! careful! Don't be reckless. We uns ain't the lyin' sort." "I say it's a lie!" Westerfelt stared straight into the mask of Toot Wambush.
John, yore mamma was the best friend I ever had, an' " She paused. Luke was hallooing to some one down the road, and Westerfelt heard the rumble of wheels over a distant bridge. Mrs. Bradley went to the door and went out. "They are comin', the whole caboodle of 'em!" she cried, excitedly. "I declare, I believe I enjoy a party as much as any gal that ever lived, an' at my age, too it's shameful.
Long Jim Hunter came to the door leading a fine bay horse, a horse that Westerfelt recognized at a glance as one he had seen and admired before. "Oh, Mr. Westerfelt," he called out over Washburn's shoulder, who had gone to him. "I wish you'd step heer a minute. I know you don't do the rough work round heer, but I like to have my dealings with the head of a shebang.
He was still looking at the spot where Harriet Floyd had stood. "It simply means the halter, you blamed fool!" Wambush stared into the mask of the speaker, and then reluctantly rode away. When Harriet returned she found Westerfelt lying face downward on the floor. In his fall he had unconsciously clutched and torn down the curtain, and like a shroud it lay over him.
"She hain't in love with him." "How do you know?" "How do I know? Because she is silly enough to be gone on a man that don't care a snap for her." "Wambush?" "No," scornfully; "you, that's who." Westerfelt was silent for a moment, then he said: "How do you know I don't care for her?" "You don't show it; you always stay away from her.
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