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Perhaps they are in rooms in town, and Angelina lets them come down over Sundays sometimes as a treat. They seem very fond of her, and quite at home. I think that is the most likely explanation, don't you?" "I really think it is. Or they might live in the country and have come up to pay a visit and see the sights," said Whitey thoughtfully.

He was interrupted by a shout from Sam, who was keeping his eye upon Whitey throughout the discussion. "Look! Looky there!" And undoubtedly renewing his excitement, Sam pointed at the long, gaunt head beyond the manger. It was disappearing from view. "Look!" Sam shouted. "He's layin' down!" "Well, then," said Penrod, "I guess he's goin' to take a nap.

Whitey did not know that they were soaked in oil, brought along for the purpose of firing the house. There had been no rain for a week, so the roof was dry, and soon narrow, snake-like lines of flame began to creep across it. Whitey thought of the feelings of the imprisoned sheepmen, knowing what was going on overhead, but helpless to prevent it. It seemed that they surely must make some effort.

Then Whitey strutted around the ranch buildings and corrals for a while, and the milch cows, and the horses and the pigs all the stock, in fact had a good look at the boots. And Sitting Bull admired them so much that he wanted to lick them, but of course that wouldn't do. Bill Jordan had an errand at the Junction and he drove Whitey and Injun over with him.

"You're a great little describer, Whitey," says I. "Simp is right. But next time you want to win front page space by losing a dramatist I'd advise you to lock him in a vault. Islands are too easy located." It was Mr. Piddie who first begun workin' up suspicions about Vincent, our fair haired super-office boy. But then, Piddie has that kind of a mind.

The soft thudding of hoofs, the occasional low-voiced note, possibly of a cow to its young, seemed to blend into a murmur, strange and fascinating to Whitey, commonplace and tiresome to the men of the range. Then the storm began to send signals of its approach from air and sky.

"That's what we allus called Bill Jordan back in Wyomin'." "Why, he talks all the time," said Whitey. "That's th' reason we called him Silent," Dan answered, chuckling.

"Well, Whiff and String Beans and Ham just rode away," said Whitey. "Dey did?" said Slim. Then an awful thought came to him, and he jumped to his feet. "Wheah's mah watch?" he cried. He hastily fumbled under the bedclothes, and brought to light an enormous, old-fashioned silver watch. Then he heaved a sigh of relief. "An' dat Ham gone, too! Now, how'm I goin' t' cook, wid dat misery wuss'n evah?"

His patience was soon rewarded, for as the men grew more earnest in their talk, their tones became louder, though Whitey could not hear as distinctly as he would have liked. However, he gathered that String had returned from the mine on account of an injury to his foot, caused by a piece of rock falling on it. That there had been some excitement at the mine, owing to a "bug hole" being discovered.

Tears of remorse were standing in Aunt Margaret's eyes, but she waited silently enough now while Whitey re-entered the room and strolled across to the window to pick up the book in which she wrote the daily report. She smiled at Sylvia as she passed, and Sylvia looked at her quietly, quite quietly, and the dark eyes showed no signs of tears.

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