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Lefingwell had been bluff, frank, and sincere; there was something in Warden's manner that seemed to exude craft and guile. The contrast between the two men was sharp, acute, startling; and Lawler descended the stairs feeling that he had just been in contact with something that crept instead of walking upright like a man.
"There'll be a day comin' when the cattlemen in this country will jump on you guys with both feet!" threatened Caldwell. "It's a mighty rotten deal, an' you know it!" "Is Lawler accepting my price, Caldwell?" interrupted Warden, quietly; "I saw a Circle L trail herd headed toward town this evening." "Hell!" declared Caldwell; "Lawler ain't so weak-kneed as the rest of us critters.
He was still wiping perspiration from his forehead, and he mechanically repeated to Warden the words he had uttered to himself immediately after Lawler left his office: "I'm glad it's over. I've been dreadin' it. He's the only one in the whole bunch that I was afraid of. There'll be hell to pay in this section, now pure, unadulterated hell, an' no mistake!"
The First and Second divisions were left substantially as they had been during the campaign just ended, but the Thirteenth Corps being broken up, seventeen of its best regiments were taken to form for the Nineteenth Corps a new Third division, under Lawler.
Accusation and disgust had been there, but mingling with them was the persistent loyalty that had always governed the girl; the protective instinct, and a hope of reformation. The pride that Mrs. Lawler had exhibited was not less strong in the girl's heart.
We didn't bring no cattle over, for we hadn't made no arrangement with Jim Lefingwell like you done an' we didn't want to stampede Warden." Lawler told them what had occurred in his interview with Warden. "I reckon Warden's the liar, all right," declared Caldwell; "Jim Lefingwell's word was the only contract anyone ever needed with him." He looked keenly at Lawler.
She steeled herself against pity for him, determined that she would not stand idly by and watch him betray Lawler. She did not know what she intended to do, or what she could do, to prevent the stealing of the Circle L cattle; but she determined to watch her father, hopeful that she might devise some way to prevent the thefts.
Cuckoo didn't know she was a Duchess, but she quailed before the plethoric glance cast upon her, and her voice was uneven as she asked for the doctor. "Have you an appointment, ma'am?" asked Lawler, who did not recognize her behind her black veil. "I was asked to come," Cuckoo murmured. "What name, ma'am?" "Cuck Miss Bright." She was admitted.
The bearer of the dispatch insisted that I ought to obey the order, and was giving arguments to support his position when I heard great cheering to the right of our line and, looking in that direction, saw Lawler in his shirt sleeves leading a charge upon the enemy.
They increased their pace, and soon were running with a swinging, awkward stride, straight toward the wire fence, several miles distant. If they saw Lawler they gave no sign, for they went lumbering on, snorting and bawling their apprehension. Lawler was about to start Red King toward them, when he noted movement on the level a little northwestward from the cattle.
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