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"I'll get some new lace that does fit," she declared emphatically. Fyles nodded, but the amusement died out of his eyes. "All of which is sound sense," he said seriously, "and is leading us toward controversial er subjects. Eh?" Kate raised a pair of shoulders with pretended indifference. But her eyes were smiling that challenge which Stanley Fyles always associated with her.
Need I tell you that no logic or reason of any kind can put the conviction out of my mind that here, and now, we are to be faced with some dreadful tragedy as the price we must pay for the the felling of that tree? I can't help it I know calamity will befall us." Fyles shook his head. The woman's obvious convictions left him quite untouched.
Fyles left the office fully aware that sentence had been passed on him, just as surely as though he had stood before the Commissioner, a prisoner. Thus, at the outset of his journey, his feelings had been scarcely pleasant, but, as the distance between him and headquarters increased, his confidence and sense of responsibility returned, and the shadow of threat retreated into the background.
Charlie's dark eyes had lost some of their anger in the inquiry now replacing it. "Why?" But he moved toward the doorway. "Why? Because Fyles is behind me. I've seen him in the distance." Charlie came around the corner of the building with the door firmly closed behind him. Bill left the window and moved across to his horse, which was standing beside that of his brother. Charlie followed him.
She's in sight now. Huntly's outside." The Inspector gave no sign while his subordinate talked. His eyes were lowered at a point of interest on the floor. At the conclusion of the man's brief outline he glanced up. "Has Huntly got the message with him?" "Yes, sir." Fyles made a move, and the other stepped back to let him pass out. The agent was waiting in the outer office.
"And father knows, and he is going to send in a letter to Fyles Sheriff Fyles is the great prairie detective, and is in charge of Forks welcoming him, and inviting him out here. He is going to tell him all he knows of these rustlers, and so endeavor to set him on their track. Father laughs at the idea of the sheriff catching these men.
Fyles was becoming anxious. It had become a matter of seconds before the man would clear the ridge. "Keep low," cried the corporal, warningly, in the excitement of the moment. "A ricochet anything will do. Get his horse." The horseman was twenty yards from the crest of the hill. Fifteen. The carbines again rattled out their hurried fire. Ten yards in a moment he would be
But there's something scaring him that bad he's nearly crazy. Then there's Kate. He saw Kate talking to Fyles, and he got madder than hell. And now he's gone off to O'Brien's, and it don't even take any thinking to guess what for. I tell you he's so queer I can't do a thing with him. I'm not smart enough.
Helen was deceived and so easily. "I didn't think you really saw me," she said, without the least shame. "You were so busy with the sights." Bill nodded. "Yes, we'd just come along down past that mighty big pine. Fyles had told me it was the landmark. I I was just thinking about things." "Thinking about the old pine?" inquired Helen. "Well, not exactly," replied Bill. "Though it's worth it.
And it'll be a mighty hard shake, so you'll know I've thought hard, and and just understood." Fyles winced under the giant's grip. But he smiled and nodded. Bill smiled and nodded, too, and then released the injured limb. It was the way of two men who understand. A sound came from within the house. It was the jingle of a spur and a swish of skirts. Fyles indicated the direction with his pipe.
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