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This was manifestly unfair, for Mr. Sothern, who made no claims to philanthropy, often warned them that the soap should be bought on its merits, and not with an eye single to the premium that might or might not accompany the package. "I started to tell you, ma'am, when that infant interrupted, that the cowmen don't aim to quit business yet a while. They've drawn a dead-line, Miss Messiter."
The stranger was coming to be formally introduced. "Shake hands with Mr. Holloway, Miss Messiter. He's from up in the hill country and he rode to our frolic. Y'u've got three guesses to figure out what he's made up as." "One will be quite enough, I think," she answered coldly. Fraser departed on his destination with the coffee and the newcomer sat down on the bench beside her.
They had reached lower ground now, and could put their ponies at a pounding gallop that ate up the trail fast. As they approached the houses, both men drew rein and looked carefully to their weapons. Then they slid from the saddles and slipped noiselessly forward. What the foreman had said was exactly true. Helen Messiter did want them both, and she wanted them very much indeed.
Helen Messiter had come to Wyoming because the call of adventure, the desire for experience outside of rutted convention, were stirring her warm-blooded youth. She had seen enough of life lived in a parlor, and when there came knocking at her door a chance to know the big, untamed outdoors at first hand she had at once embraced it like a lover.
This is the hawss corral, ma'am," explained the young man just as Morgan opened his thin lips to tell her. Judd contrived to get rid of him promptly. "Slap on a saddle, Mac, and run up the remuda so Miss Messiter can see the hawsses for herself," he ordered. "Mebbe she'd rather ride down and look at the bunch," suggested the capable McWilliams.
"She ce'tainly rides herd on that machine like a champeen," admitted Soapy. "I reckon I'll drift over to the Lazy D with you to look after yore remains, Tex, when the lightning hits you." Miss Messiter swung the automobile round in a swift circle, came to an abrupt halt in front of the hotel, and alighted without delay.
I remember when y'u were a boy y'u liked to torment wild animals y'u had trapped." "I play with larger game now and find it more interesting." "Just so. Miss Messiter, I shall have to borrow a pony from y'u, unless " He broke off and turned indifferently to the bandit. "Yes, I brought a hawss along with me for y'u," replied the other to the unvoiced question.
With which cold comfort he sauntered away to join Miss Messiter and the foreman, who now appeared together at the door of the ranchhouse, prepared to make a tour of the buildings and the immediate corrals. "Isn't there a woman on the place?" she was asking Morgan. "No'm, there ain't. Henderson's daughter would come and stay with y'u a while I reckon."
It was characteristic even of her impulsiveness that Helen Messiter curbed the swift condemnation that leaped to her lips when she knew that the man sitting beside her was the notorious bandit of the Shoshone fastnesses. She was not in the least afraid. A sure instinct told her he was not the kind of a man of whom a woman need have fear so long as her own anchor held fast.
Her cool, silken defiance earned a smile from the visitor. "All your cases doing well, ma'am?" "It's very kind of you to ask. I suppose you take an interest because they are YOUR cases, too, in a way of speaking?" "Mine? Indeed!" "Yes. If it were not for you I'm afraid our hospital would be empty." "It must be right pleasant to be nursed by Miss Messiter.
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