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Hope and faith were unquenchable in her, yet she had fortified herself to the wreck of dreams and love. "I'd seen you before now, but I had some job with Wils, persuadin' him that we'd not have to offer you congratulations yet awhile," replied Wade, in his slow, gentle voice. "Oh!" breathed Columbine. Wade saw her full breast swell and the leaping blood wave over her pale face.
Well, then, what of Collie?" "If she marries him she'll have to die, I suppose," replied Wade. Then Wilson Moore leaped at his friend and with ungentle hands lifted him, pushed him erect. "Damn you, Wade! You're not square with me! You don't tell me all!" he cried, hoarsely. "Now, Wils, you're set up. I've told you all I know. I swear that."
"I will gamble on you my life my very soul," replied Moore, fervently. "By Heaven! I'll be the man I might have been. I'll rise out of despair. I'll even reconcile myself to being a cripple." "An', Wils, will you rise above hate?" asked Wade, softly. "Hate! Hate of whom?" "Jack Belllounds." The cowboy stared, and his lean, pale face contracted.
Then the lovers began to talk about spring coming, about horses and cattle, and feed, about commonplace ranch matters not interesting to them, but which seemed to make conversation and hide their true thoughts. Wade listened, and it seemed to him that he could read their hearts. "Lass, an' you, Wils you're wastin' time an' gettin' nowhere," interposed Wade. "Now let me go, so's you'll be alone."
"Lass, I'm askin' you not to tell Belllounds that I'm carin' for Wils," he said, in his gentle, persuasive way. "I won't. But why not tell dad? He wouldn't mind. He'd do that sort of thing himself." "Reckon he would. But this deal's out of the ordinary. An' Wils's not in as good shape as he thinks. I'm not takin' any chances.
He waited near the trail to intercept Billings and Moore on their way to the ranch-house; and to his surprise they appeared sooner than it would have been reasonable to expect them. Wade stepped out of the willows and held up his hand. He did not see anything unusual in Moore's appearance. "Wils, I reckon we'd do well to talk this over," said Wade. "Talk what over?" queried the cowboy, sharply.
Xema Jamesonii, WILS. Sterna poliocerca, GOULD. velox, GOULD. Sternella nereis, GOULD. Hydrochelidon fluviatilis. Diomedea exulans, LINN. cauta, GOULD. melanophrys, TEMM. chlororhyncha, LATH. fuliginosa.
There by the old cabin built by prospectors?" "Yes, I know. It's a pretty place fine valley, but Wils, you can't live there," she expostulated. "Why not, I'd like to know?" "That little cubby-hole! It's only a tiny one-room cabin, roof all gone, chinks open, chimney crumbling.... Wilson, you don't mean to tell me you want to live there alone?" "Sure. What'd you think?" he replied, with sarcasm.
If you do not help me, if something is not done, there'll be a horrible end to all!" "We'll help you, but how?" asked Moore, raising a white face. "I don't know yet. I only feel I only feel what may happen, if I don't prevent it.... Wilson, you must go home at least for a while." "It'll not look right for Wils to leave White Slides now," interposed Wade, positively. "But why? Oh, I fear "
"Go ahead an' read your letters or I'll knock you on the head with one of these chunks," ordered Wade, mildly. The hunter soon had the room warm and cheerful, with steaming breakfast on the red-hot coals. Presently, when he made ready to serve Moore, he was surprised to find the boy crying over one of the letters. "Wils, what's the trouble?" he asked. "Oh, nothing.
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