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It included Whispering Smith, whose visit to Sleepy Cat on this occasion was the first in years; George McCloud, who had come all the way from Omaha to join his early comrades in arms; Wickwire, who had lost none of his taciturn bluntness and so many train-despatchers that the service on the division was crippled for the entire day.
"I shore wouldn't have been here to-night if you two hadn't picked me up," laughed Wickwire, speaking softly to Dicksie when she turned to him. "I've knowed my friends a long time, but I reckon they all didn't know me." "I've known you longer than you think," returned Dicksie with a smile. "I've seen you at the ranch-house.
Dicksie's face, still averted, had grown white. "I saw him move. Can't you do something for him?" She reined up at a little distance. McCloud bent over the man a moment and spoke to him. When he rose he called to the men on the track. "You are right," he said, rejoining Dicksie; "he is very much alive. His name is Wickwire; he is a cowboy." "A cowboy!" "A tramp cowboy."
But," he coughed slightly, as if in apology, "if Henry shouldn't turn up all right, we'll ahem be back." None of his companions needed to be told how to get prudently away. At a nod from Lefever Tommie Meggeson, Elpaso, and Wickwire wheeled their horses, rode rapidly back to the turn near the hill and, facing about, halted, with their rifles across their arms.
He hates Sinclair with a deadly hatred for some reason. Just lately Wickwire set up for himself on Little Crawling Stone." "I have noticed that fellow's ranch," remarked McCloud. "I couldn't leave him at Sinclair's," continued Whispering Smith frankly. "The fellow was on my mind all the time. I felt certain he would kill Sinclair or get killed if he stayed there.
This afternoon Gale took it up again with his uncle, and it ended in Duke's driving him clean out of the Gap." "Where has he gone?" "Nobody knows yet. Ed Wickwire told me once that your father was shot from ambush a good many years ago.
And I will do it. I need not say that Kennedy will ride ahead with me, Elpaso and Wickwire with Tommie Meggeson." Leaving Scott in the trees, the little party trotted smartly up the road, picking their way through the pools and across the brawling streams that tore over the trail toward Duke Morgan's place.
He showed himself ravenously hungry, and ate with a simple directness that speedily accounted for everything in sight. "You have saved my life. Now I am going, and thank you a thousand times. There, by Heaven, I've forgotten Wickwire! He is with me waiting down in the cottonwoods at the fork. Could Puss put up a lunch I could take to him? He hasn't had a scrap for twenty-four hours.
It was decided that Scott and Kennedy should head for the Mission Pass, while Whispering Smith, with Wickwire to trail with him, should undertake to cut off, somewhere between Fence River and the railroad, the man who had gone south, the man believed to be Sinclair. It was a late moon, and when Scott and Kennedy saddled their horses Whispering Smith and Wickwire were asleep.
"I told him to send him over here. It is Wickwire." "Wickwire," repeated Whispering Smith. "Wickwire has no business here that I know of; no doubt it is something I ought to know of. And, by the way, you ought to see this man," he said, turning again to Dicksie. "If McCloud tells the story right, Wickwire is a sort of protégé of yours, Miss Dicksie, though neither of you seems to have known it.
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