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He measured looks with her deliberately before he changed the subject, and he knew again the delightful excitement of victory. "Are y'u going to read to me this evening?" She took his opening so eagerly that he smiled, at which her color mounted again. "If y'u like. What shall I read?" "Some more of Barrie's books, if y'u don't mind.
"Uncle John, y'u talk so so kindly. Yu make me have hope. There seemed really so little for me to live for hope for.... But I'll never be a coward again nor a thoughtless fool. I'll find some good in me or make some and never fail it, come what will. I'll remember your words. I'll believe the future holds wonderful things for me.... I'm only eighteen. Shore all my life won't be lived heah.
MacNair nodded, and before he could reply the Indian stepped close to his side and placed a withered hand upon his arm. "Me, I'm lak' y'u fadder," he said; "y'u lak' my own son. Y'u follow de trail of Lapierre. Y'u tak' de white kloochman away from Lapierre, an' den, by gar, when y'u got her y'u ke'p her. Dat kloochman, him damn fine 'oman!"
An' thar was a fellar thar who raised hell. He near killed one man an' made another plumb eat his words. An' he scared thet crowd stiff." Old John Sprague shook his grizzled head and laughed, beaming upon Ellen as if the memory of what he had seen had warmed his heart. "Was it y'u?" asked Ellen, tremulously. "Me? Aw, I wasn't nowhere.
Far as I can make out y'u got troubles enough of your own," retorted the nettled sheriff. "Y'u don't need to tell me that, Tom Burns' Y'u ain't a man nothing but a stuffed skin worked by a string. When that miscreant Bannister pulls the string y'u jump. He's jerked it now, so y'u're taking us back to him. I can prove that coyote Morgan shot at me first, but that doesn't cut any ice with you."
"Wal, Ellen how aboot Jean Isbel our half-breed Nez Perce friend who was shore seen handlin' y'u familiar?" he drawled. Ellen Jorth quivered as under a lash, and her brown face turned a dusty scarlet, that slowly receding left her pale. "Damn y'u, Jim Colter!" she burst out, furiously.
Certainly he had scored at her expense, and she was ashamed of herself. "Y'u mean that you're going to respect the deadline? asked Mac in surprise. "I didn't say quite that," explained the sheepman. "What I said was that I meant to keep on my side of it so far as the Lazy D cattle are concerned. I'll let your range alone." "But y'u mean to cross it down below where the Bar Double-E cows run?"
But, Ellen Jorth screamed piercingly and snatched her rifle from its resting place and, cocking it, she held it forward and low. Her scream and his uttered name stiffened him. "Y'u will spare Jean Isbel!" she rang out. "Drop that gun-drop it!" "Shore, Ellen.... Easy now. Remember your temper.... I'll let Isbel off," he panted, huskily, and all his body sank quiveringly to a crouch.
He'll take an ax, an' his guns, of course, an' do some of his Injun sneakin' round to the back of Greaves's store.... An', Jean, y'u must do a slick job of this. But I reckon it 'll be easy fer you. Back there it 'll be dark as pitch, fer anyone lookin' out of the store. An' I'm figgerin' y'u can take your time an' crawl right up.
The end of it was that he took my team and left me with his worn-out bronc. I plugged on all day with the hawss till about three mebbe, then seeing it was all in I unsaddled and picketed. I lay down and dropped asleep. Next I knew the necktie-party was in session." "What time was it y'u met this fellow Kinney?" asked Long sharply. "Must have been about nine or nine-thirty I judge."
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