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"Won't ever snitch?" "Cross my heart." "Well, then I'm Black MacQueen, the captain of the Roaring Fork bad men." "You!" Incredulity stared from Jimmie's bulging eyes. "You betcher. I'm him, here in disguise as a kid." The magnificent boldness of this claim stole Jimmie's breath for an instant. He was two years younger than his friend, but he did not quite know whether to applaud or to jeer.
Macleod accompanied us to Ulinish, where we were entertained by the sheriff of the Island. Mr. Macqueen travelled with us, and directed our attention to all that was worthy of observation. With him we went to see an ancient building, called a dun or borough. It was a circular inclosure, about forty-two feet in diameter, walled round with loose stones, perhaps to the height of nine feet.
Her watch told her that it was four-thirty. She had slept scarcely at all during the night, but now she lay down on the bed in her clothes. The next she knew, Rosario was calling her to get up for breakfast. The girl dressed and followed Rosario to the adjoining cabin. MacQueen was not there, and Melissy ate alone.
At her touch the haggard, hopeless, unshaven face was lifted toward her. For a moment Lee looked at her as if she had been a wraith. Then, with a hoarse cry, he arose and caught her in his arms. Neither of them could speak for emotion. He tried it twice before he could get out: "Baby! Honey!" He choked back the sobs in his throat. "Where did you come from? I thought sure MacQueen had you."
There was one moment of their ride when she stood on the tiptoe of expectation and showed again the sparkle of eager life. MacQueen had resaddled after their luncheon, and they were climbing a long sidehill that looked over a dry valley. With a gesture, the outlaw checked her horse. "Look!" Some quarter of a mile from them two men were riding up a wash that ran through the valley.
The mine owner could even overhear fragments of the talk. "Ought to get back by midnight, don't you reckon? Pass the cow and the sugar, Buck. Keep a-coming with that coffee, Rosario. I ain't a mite afraid but what MacQueen will pull it off all right, you bet." "Sure, he will. Give that molasses a shove, Tom " Bellamy drew his revolver and slipped around to the front door.
"All right." The outlaw stirred uneasily in his seat. His vanity objected to another man holding the limelight while he was present. Melissy turned. "I think you have never met Lieutenant O'Connor, Mr. Bellamy. Lieutenant Mr. Bellamy." They shook hands. MacQueen smiled. He was enjoying himself. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Bellamy. You and Flatray have won the honors surely. You beat us all to it, sir.
This was eaten voraciously by all, for camp life had sharpened the appetite for a woman's cooking. One of the men kept watch to notify them when MacQueen and his gang should enter the valley, while the others played "pitch" to pass the time. In spite of this, the hours dragged. It was a good deal like waiting for a battle to begin.
I don't stand for any interference in my plans. Make a break at it and you'll take a hurry up journey to kingdom come." "Or you will." "Don't bank on that off chance. The boys are with me. You're alone. If I give the word they'll bump you off. Don't make a mistake, Boone." The Arkansan hesitated. What MacQueen said was true enough. His overbearing disposition had made him unpopular.
A few minutes later they came down towsled, eyes heavy with sleep, giggling at each other in girlish fashion. But when they knew whose marriage they were witnessing, giggles and sleep fled together. They were due for another surprise later. MacQueen and his bride were standing in the heavy shadows, so that both bulked vaguely in mere outline. Hitherto, Melissy had not spoken a word.
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