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As for Wetherford himself, nothing mattered very much. He spoke of the past now and then, but not in the phrase of one who longs for the return of happy days rather in the voice of one who murmurs a half-forgotten song.
"The chief will understand if it comes up to him," he said. Lize Wetherford came hurrying in, looking as though she had just risen from her bed. She was clothed in a long red robe, her grizzled hair was loose, her feet were bare, and she carried a huge old-fashioned revolver in her hand. Her mouth was stern.
"I'm sorry for you, Wetherford, I sure am, but it's up to you to get clear away so that Lee will never by any possible chance find out that you are alive. She has a romantic notion of you as a representative of the old-time West, and it would be a dreadful shock to her if she knew you as you are.
It was of no avail to argue that he was moved to shield Wetherford because of his heroic action on the peak. He knew perfectly well that it was because he could not see that fair, brave girl further disgraced by the discovery of her father's identity, for in the searching inquiry which would surely follow his secret would develop.
'Abel Pinkham, Esquire, of Wetherford, Vermont. It looks well, don't it? But you might have knocked me down with a feather when I first caught sight of them words." "I guess I shall put on my other dress," said Mrs. Pinkham, rising, with quite a different air from that with which she had sat down to her morning meal.
Eliza Wetherford had never been one to complain, and her groans meant real suffering. Her mind resolved upon one thing. "She must see a doctor," she decided. And with this in mind she reentered the café, where Lize was again in violent altercation with a waitress. "Mother," called Lee, "I want to see you." With a parting volley of vituperation, Mrs.
My girl's just back from school, and she don't think much of the Fork. It's a little too coarse for her." Lee flushed under this introduction, and her distress was so evident that both men came to her rescue. The older man bowed, and said: "I didn't know you had a daughter, Mrs. Wetherford," and Cavanagh, with a glance of admiration, added: "We've been wondering who you might be."
Wetherford was a fool and a daredevil, but he came of good Virginia stock so I've heard." "Well, whatever was good in both sire and dame this girl seems to have mysteriously gathered to herself." The old man looked at him with a bright sidelong glance. "You are a little sweet on the girl, eh?" Ross began to regret his confidence. "She's making a good fight, and I feel like helping her."
"No, I'm not married, but " He stopped without making his meaning plain. "I'm going to leave the country and " Wetherford caught him up. "I reckon I understand what you mean. You consider Lize and me undersirable parents not just the kind you'd cut out of the herd of your own free will. Well, that's all right, I don't blame you so far as I'm concerned.
An hour later the sound of a horse's hoofs on the bridge gave warning of a visitor, and as Cavanagh went to the door Gregg rode up, seeking particulars as to the death of the herder and the whereabouts of the sheep. The ranger was not in a mood to invite the sheepman in, and, besides, he perceived the danger to which Wetherford was exposed. Therefore his answers were short.
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