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He was no longer amused by her blunt speech, and her dark look saddened him. She seemed so unlike the happy girl he met that first day, and the change in her subtended a big, rough, and pitiless world of men against which she was forced to contend all her life. Mrs. McFarlane greeted Norcross with cordial word and earnest hand-clasp.
"You see," she went on as though her mind were still following their discussion, "I don't like to talk much with my patients. I never can know when I may unconsciously steal from what they tell me." At the entrance, Norcross hesitated, as though hoping for something more than a good-night. No more than that did she give him, however. He himself was obliged to introduce the subject in his mind.
This commission delighted Norcross greatly. "I'm ready, sir, this moment," he answered, saluting soldier-wise. That night, as he sat in the saddle-littered, boot-haunted front room of Nash's little shack, his host said, quaintly: "Don't think you are inheriting a soft snap, son.
"It was in defense of your own life, Will," said Norcross. "God knows, I don't blame you. Don't think too hard of me. I did everything I could to save you. It was I who sent you warning. I hoped you might find some other trail." "I didn't shoot with the others," continued Norcross, after a short silence. "They deserted me. They said they would send help back, but they haven't."
The north-bound coach got away first, and as the girl came out to take her place, Norcross said: "Won't you have my seat with the driver?" She dropped her voice humorously. "No, thank you, I can't stand for Bill's clack." Norcross understood.
Oh, I've had a peach of a time; but here I am. Have you seen Moore and his party?" "Yes, they're in camp up the trail. He and Alec Belden and two women. Are you hungry?" He turned a comical glance upon her. "Am I hungry? Sister, I am a wolf. Norcross, take my horses down to the pasture." She hastened to interpose. "Let me do that, daddy, Mr. Norcross is badly used up.
After leaving the men, and with a knowledge that the remaining leagues of the trail were solitary, Norcross grew fearful. "The fall of a horse, an accident to that brave girl, and we would be helpless," he thought. "I wish Nash had returned with us." Once his blood chilled with horror as he watched his guide striking out across the marge of a grassy lake.
She understood her daughter too well to attempt to dictate her action; she merely said to her, as they were alone for a few moments: "I don't wonder your father is interested in Mr. Norcross, he's very intelligent and very considerate." "Too considerate," said Berrie, shortly; "he makes other men seem like bears or pigs." Mrs.
He did not smile as he greeted his son, and his penetrating glance questioned even before he spoke. He seemed to silently ask: "Well, what's all this? How do you happen to be here? Who are these women?" Wayland said: "Mrs. McFarlane, this is my father. Father, this is Miss Berea McFarlane, of Bear Tooth Springs." The elder Norcross shook hands with Mrs.
She fell asleep at last, and was awakened only by her father tinkering about the stove. She rose alertly, signing to the Supervisor not to disturb her patient. However, Norcross also heard the rattle of the poker, opened his eyes and regarded Berrie with sleepy smile. "Good morning, if it is morning," he said, slowly. She laughed back at him. "It's almost sunup." "You don't tell me!
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