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"Well, y'u 'lowed wrong," he answered, imperturbably. "Y'u're mean, Jas Lewallen," she cried, hotly; "that's whut ye air, mean dog-mean!" The young mountaineer looked up, whistled softly, and laughed. But when he brought his horse to the door an hour later there was a bag of corn across the saddle.
"Shore I'll be glad to show y'u," she said. "Thanks, miss. Reckon I can breathe easy now," he replied, "It's a long ride from San Diego. Hot an' dusty! I'm pretty tired. An' maybe this woods isn't good medicine to achin' eyes!" "San Diego! Y'u're from the coast?" "Yes." Jean had doffed his sombrero at sight of her and he still held it, rather deferentially, perhaps.
The change in his voice held a note of sadness that she had been quick to catch. "Ellen, y'u're the only good Jorth in the whole damned lot," he said. "God! I see it all now.... We've dragged y'u to hell!" "Yes, Uncle Tad, I've shore been dragged some but not yet to hell," she responded, with a break in her voice. "Y'u will be Ellen unless "
"What will y'u do, dear cousin? "Stand up and fight like a man and settle this thing once for all." Still their steely eyes crossed as with the thrust of rapiers. The challenged man crouched tensely with a mighty longing for the test, but he had planned a more elaborate revenge and a surer one than this. Reluctantly he shook his head. "Why should I? Y'u're mine.
"I did rather do you that time," she allowed. "This is the return match. You won then. I win now," he told her, with a look that chilled. "Indeed! But isn't that rather discounting the future?" "Only the immediate future. Y'u're mine, my beauty, and I mean to take y'u with me." Just a disdainful sweep of her eyes she gave him as she rose from the piano-stool and rearranged the lamps.
A perfect gravity sat on both their faces during the progress of most of their repartee. "If your throat's so bad, Mr. Halliday, I'll put a kerosene rag round it for you when we get back," Nora said, with a sweet little glance of sympathy that the foreman did not enjoy. Denver, otherwise "Mr. Halliday," beamed. "Y'u're real kind, ma'am.
"Cyarpets used to begin with a C in my spelling-book, but saddles got off right foot fust with a S," suggested Mac amiably. "He was ce'tainly trying to tree his saddle among the C's. He was looking awful loving at a Turkish rug. Reckon he thought it was a saddle-blanket," derided Denver cheerfully. "Huh! Y'u're awful smart, Denver," retaliated Reddy, his complexion matching his hair.
"Reddy, he's shavin' and Frisco's struggling with a biled shirt I mean with a necktie," Denver hastily amended. "They'll be along right soon, I shouldn't wonder." "Y'u better go tell the boys Miss Nora don't want her kitchen littered up with so many of them," suggested his rival. "Y'u're foreman here.
The girl became aware that her foreman was looking at her with a wary silent vigilance sinister in its intensity. "In short, you're like the rest of the people in this section. You're afraid." "Now y'u're shoutin', Miss Messiter. I sure am when it comes to shootin' off my mouth about Bannister." "And you, Mr. Morgan?"
Y'u're scared stiff and it might get into your fool coconut to plug one of us and light out. I'd hate to see y'u commit suicide right before us, so I'll just natcherally unload y'u." He was talking to lift the strain, and it was for the same purpose that Bannister moved over to Hughie, who sat with his face in his hands, trying to shut out the horror of what he had seen.
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