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The boots lying half under the bed were white with the dust of travel, but this was nothing unusual. "You can have my advice gratis if you want it." Harrison addressed himself pointedly to Threewit. "Send back to old man Yarnell's and you'll find the cattle straying in about day after to-morrow." "But, if rustlers took them " The big man laughed unpleasantly. "Forget it, Mr. Threewit.
"What's the row?" he growled, scowling at Yeager. "We were held up on the way from Yarnell's by rustlers. They drove the cattle away and left us tied up." "That any reason why you should wake me in the middle of the night? I ain't got your cattle under the bed." The heavy jaw of the prizefighter stood out saliently. Unconsciously his figure had drooped to the crouch of defense.
It was found that her sleep had become so poor that she had bought some powders from the druggist. Never having taken medicine, she was easily influenced, and the ordinary dose left her confused for twenty-four hours. Two weeks' rest at home, if one could rest in Mrs. Yarnell's company, found the girl no stronger. The banker and the doctor had a conference. She must be gotten away from home.
Briskly the director changed the subject. "I want you to choose a couple of the boys and go down to Yarnell's after a herd of cattle we're going to need in that Tapidero Jim picture. If you need more help the old man will let you have one or two of his riders." Harrison had turned to leave, but he stopped to examine the conchas on a pair of leathers.
Incidentally, the Lord had given her a plump figure, and a knack of apparel which had long appealed to Widower Yarnell's eye. And the Lord approved; in truth He said "Yes!" so audibly that Miss Spinster hesitated hut one maidenly minute. Mrs. Yarnell's sanctification washed dishes, kept house, and nursed lonely, sick, little children most inefficiently.
"I've just taken a notion to travel some. Mebbe I might run acrost those cattle that strayed back to Yarnell's whilst I was sleeping." The director looked at him sharply. "All right. Go to it, son." Steve slept almost around the clock. He lost breakfast, but was there promptly for luncheon with the appetite of a harvest hand. During the two days' drive he had missed the good home cooking of Mrs.
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