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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I ain't up here to do no harm," called the ex-highwayman. "I ain't got the spirit for warfare. My chief is killed, my pards is dead. Even that innocent stage-driver what knew nothing of us, is killed in the attack that Brick Willock made on us in the dark and behind our backs. How're you going to grow when the whole world knows you ain't nothing but a den of snakes?
These extreme unchristian ideas, then, were new in Scotland, even to "divers who had a zeal to godliness." For their discussion, at Erskine of Dun's party, were present, among others, Willock, a Scots preacher returned from England, and young Maitland of Lethington. We are not told what part Willock took in the conversation.
"She won't be there long," remarked Bill, waving his arm, "till she finds out what I learned long ago that there's nothing to it. If you want to cultivate a liking for a dugout, just live a while in the open." "I don't know as to that," Willock said. "I sorter doubts if Lahoma will ever care for dugouts again, except as she stays on the outside of 'em, and gets to romancing.
Look here, Brick Willock, Lahoma is your cousin, but I claim my share in that little girl and I ask you sharp and flat " "Oh you go to !" cried Willock fiercely. "All of you." Wilfred said lightly, "Red Feather has already gone there, perhaps." "Eh?" Willock wheeled about as if roused to fresh uneasiness. The Indian chief had glided from the room, as silent and as unobtrusive as a shadow.
Willock had grown thirsty, and as the sun rose higher and beat down on him from an unclouded sky, his eyes searched the plains eagerly for some shelter that promised water. He did not look in vain. Against the horizon rose the low blue shapes of the Wichita Mountains, looking at first like flat sheets of cardboard, cut out by a careless hand and set upright in the sand.
If we sets her loose in the prairie, she'd starve to death if not found and if found, it would settle our case. And as Kansas says, this debate must close, or daylight will catch us." Brick Willock, with terrible oaths, again expressed himself as strongly opposed to this decision. "Well, Brick," said Red, with a sneer, "do YOU want to take the kid and raise her, yourself?
Willock uttered a sharp exclamation. "Let me see it." He started up abruptly, and bent over the page. "What of it?" asked Bill in surprise. Willock had uttered words to which the dugout was unaccustomed. "That's what it is," Willock growled; "it's Gledware!"
At last the silence was broken by the Indian "UGH!" grunted Red Feather. "Just so!" remarked Wilfred, with exceeding dryness. "What are you thinking, Wilfred?" demanded Brick Willock. "I'd have thought Lahoma would recognize the ladder." "So she done; but couldn't the Injun have stole my ladder and carried it to that boulder?
As only one Indian came into view, and as this Indian was armed in a manner as astounding as it was irresistible, Willock rose to his height of six-foot-three, lowered his weapon, and advanced to meet him.
The mustache gave him an effect of exceeding fierceness, and the deeply wrinkled forehead and square chin added their testimony to his ungracious disposition. But Lahoma was not afraid of coyotes, catamounts or mountain-lions, and she was not afraid of Bill Atkins. Her eyes brightened at the discovery that he held in his hand that which Willock had described to her as a book.
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