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"You take a good look at him," urged her brother, "and don't forget that it's four years since you saw him. Isn't that Bert's nose?" "No," said the girl, glancing at the feature in question, "not a bit like it. Bert had a beautiful nose." "Look at his eyes," said Jim. Miss Evans looked, and meeting Mr. Carter's steady gaze tossed her head scornfully and endeavored to stare him down.
This Bar-O thing has been a neighborhood problem, an obsession, a thorn in the flesh, ever since Grandaddy was a young man. I want to be a party in removing the thorn. I'll have Joe and Myrah to look after Grandaddy, and I'll have Mister Potter to look after Joe and Myrah and everything will be all right. "But you'll have to meet me at Carter's filling station," she cautioned.
'Tain't the Pony Express, neither. Guess it's just one of the boys from Red Buttes comin' along in advance to lend us a neighbourly hand. We c'n do well with another gun, Gid allowin' that young Rube Carter's information was correct; allowin' that Broken Feather and his braves are sure out on a horse raidin' stunt."
Standing apart, his handsome boyish head hung in shame, as if ostracized for incompetency, stood a young fellow whom Carter recognized as the escort of the Lady Trusia. His face was pale and dejected. Apparently unaware of the presence of the strangers, he was fingering his revolver holster. The heavy gate closed behind them with an ominous clang. A chill ran down Carter's spine.
"What-all do you think of Mister Collars-and-Cuffs by this time?" Bradford took a leisurely minute to whittle a chewing cube from his pocket plug of hard-times tobacco. "Well, first dash out o' the box, I allowed he was some locoed; he jumped me like a jack-rabbit for takin' a clearance right under Jim Carter's nose that-a-way.
Shaw puffed out his cheeks and frowned. "Look out! He will stick you like a prize pig," murmured Carter without moving a muscle. Shaw looked round helplessly. "And you would enjoy the fun wouldn't you?" he said with slow bitterness. Carter's distant non-committal smile quite overwhelmed him by its horrid frigidity.
The expectantly waiting Nina, at this, followed Amy upstairs in the direction of the white organdie, and Harriet felt a little premonitory chill. "Oh, Miss Field!" said Madame Carter's voice, an hour later, as Harriet passed her door.
Do you remember going out to the Junction with Annette Fenton?" "That's nobody's business but mine. I'll shoot the " "Do you remember coming home on the train?" Carter's stupid, heavy eyes were on Sandy now, and he was evidently trying to understand what he was saying. "Home on the train? Yes; I came home on train."
"I am sure there is no harm in my saying that, my dear!" Harriet said nothing, and resumed her seat as the old lady rustled slowly away. Her heart was hot with fury, and she was only partly soothed by hearing Richard Carter's murmur of reproach: "How can you be so perverse, Mother " "Of all the detestable, horrible, maddening " Harriet thought, splashing hot water and clattering tea-cups.
Lewes bowed with a set, stern, self-conscious expression, as though to convey to all that his celebrity was more of a weight than a pleasure to him. Mrs. de Vere Carter bridled and fluttered, for Fiddle Strings had a society column and a page of scrappy "News of the Town," and Mrs. de Vere Carter's greatest ambition was to see her name in print. Mr.
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