The Water Question And Some Gossip
: The Flying U's Last StandMiss Rosemary Allen rode down into One Man Coulee and boldly up to the
cabin of Andy Green, and shouted musically for him to come forth. Andy
made a hasty pass at his hair with a brush, jerked his tie straight
and came out eagerly. There was no hesitation in his manner. He went
straight up to her and reached up to pull her from the saddle, that he
might hold her in his arms and kiss her--after the manner of bold young
a push that was not altogether playful, and scowled at him viciously.
"I am in a most furious mood today," she said. "I want to scratch
somebody's eyes out! I want to say WORDS. Don't come close, or I might
pull your hair or something, James." She called him James because that
was not his name, and because she had learned a good deal about his
past misdeeds and liked to take a sly whack at his notorious tendency to
forget the truth, by calling him Truthful James.
"All right; that suits me fine. It's worth a lot to have you close
enough to pull hair. Where have you been all this long while?" Being
a bold young man and very much in love, he kissed her in spite of her
professed viciousness.
"Oh, I've been to town--it hasn't been more than three days since we
met and had that terrible quarrel James. What was it about?" She frowned
down at him thoughtfully. "I'm still furious about it--whatever it is.
Do you know, Mr. Man, that I am an outlaw amongst my neighbors, and that
our happy little household, up there on the hill, is a house divided
against itself? I've put up a green burlap curtain on my southwest
corner, and bought me a smelly oil stove and I pos-i-tively refuse to
look at my neighbors or speak to them. I'm going to get some lumber and
board up that side of my house.
"Those three cats--they get together on the other side of my curtain and
say the meanest things!"
Andy Green had the temerity to laugh. "That sounds good to me," he told
her unsympathetically. "Now maybe you'll come down and keep house for me
and let that pinnacle go to thunder. It's no good anyway, and I told you
so long ago. That whole eighty acres of yours wouldn't support a family
of jackrabbits month. What--"
"And let those old hens say they drove me off? That Kate Price is
the limit. The things she said to me you wouldn't believe. And it all
started over my going with little Buck a few times to ride along your
fence when you boys were busy. I consider that I had a perfect right to
ride where I pleased. Of course they're furious anyway, because I don't
side against you boys and--and all that. When--when they found out
about--you and me, James, they said some pretty sarcastic things, but I
didn't pay any attention to that. Poor old freaks, I expected them to be
jealous, because nobody ever pays any attention to THEM. Kate Price is
the worst--she's an old maid. The others have had husbands and can act
superior.
"Well, I didn't mind the things they said then; I took that for granted.
But a week or so ago Florence Hallman came, and she did stir things up
in great style! Since then the girls have hardly spoken to me except to
say something insulting. And Florence Grace came right out and called me
a traitor; that was before little Buck and I took to 'riding fence' as
you call it, for you boys. You imagine what they've been saying since
then!"
"Well, what do you care? You don't have to stay with them, and you know
it. I'm just waiting--"
"Well, but I'm no quitter, James. I'm going to hold down that claim
now if I have to wear a sixshooter!" Her eyes twinkled at that idea.
"Besides, I can stir them up now and then and get them to say things
that are useful. For instance, Florence Hallman told Kate Price about
that last trainload of cattle coming, and that they were going to cut
your fence and drive them through in the night--and I stirred dear
little Katie up so she couldn't keep still about that. And therefore--"
She reached out and gave Andy Green's ear a small tweek--"somebody found
out about it, and a lot of somebodys happened around that way and just
quietly managed to give folks a hint that there was fine grass somewhere
else. That saved a lot of horseflesh and words and work, didn't it?"
"It sure did." Andy smiled up at her worshipfully. "Just the same--"
"But listen here, nice, level-headed Katiegirl has lost her temper since
then, and let out a little more that is useful knowledge to somebody.
There's one great weak point in the character of Florence Hallman; maybe
you have noticed it. She's just simply GOT to have somebody to tell
things to, and she doesn't always show the best judgment in her choice
of a confessional--"
"I've noticed that before," Andy Green admitted, and smiled
reminiscently. "She sure does talk too much--for a lady that has so much
up her sleeve."
"Yes--and she's been making a chum of Katie Price since she discovered
what an untrustworthy creature I am. I did a little favor for Irish
Mallory, James. I overheard Florence Grace talking to Kate about that
man who is supposed to be at death's door. So I made a trip to
Great Falls, if you please, and I scouted around and located the
gentleman--well, anyway, I gave that nice, sleek little lawyer of yours
a few facts that will let Irish come back to his claim."
"Irish has been coming back to his claim pretty regular as it is," Andy
informed her quietly. "Did you think he was hiding out, all this time?
Why"--he laughed at her--"you talked to him yourself, one day, and
thought it was Weary. Remember when you came over with the mail? That
was Irish helping me string wire. He's been wearing Weary's hat and
clothes and cultivating a twinkle to his eyes--that's all."
"Why, I--well, anyway, that man they've been making a fuss over is just
as well as you are, James. They only wanted to get Irish in jail and
make a little trouble--pretty cheap warfare at that, if you want my
opinion."
"Oh, well--what's the odds? While they're wasting time and energy that
way, we're going right along doing what we've laid out to do. Say, do
you know I'm kinda getting stuck on this ranch proposition. If I just
had a housekeeper--"
Miss Rosemary Allen seldom let him get beyond that point, and she
interrupted him now by wrinkling her nose at him in a manner that made
Andy Green forget altogether that he had begun a sentence upon a subject
forbidden. Later she went back to her worries; she was a very persistent
young woman.
"I hope you boys are going to attend to that contest business right
away," she said, with a pucker between her eyes and not much twinkle in
them. "There's something about that which I don't quite understand.
I heard Florence Hallman and Kate talking yesterday about it going by
default. Are you sure it's wise to put off filing your answers so long?
When are you supposed to appear, James?"
"Me? On or before the twenty-oneth day of July, my dear girl. They
lumped us up and served us all on the same day--I reckon to save
shoe-leather; therefore, inasmuch as said adverse parties have got over
a week left--"
"You'd better not take a chance, waiting till the last day in the
afternoon," she warned him vaguely. "Maybe they think you've forgotten
the date or something--but whatever they think, I believe they're
counting on your not answering in time. I think Florence Hallman knows
they haven't any real proof against you. I know she knows it. She's
perfectly wild over the way you boys have stuck here and worked. And
from what I can gather, she hasn't been able to scrape up the weentiest
bit of evidence that the Flying U is backing you--and of course that
is the only ground they could contest your claims on. So if it comes to
trial, you'll all win; you're bound to. I told Kate Price so--and those
other old hens, yesterday, and that's what we had the row over."
"My money's on you, girl," Andy told her, grinning. "How are the
wounded?"
"The wounded? Oh, they've clubbed together this morning and are washing
hankies and collars and things, and talking about me. And they have
snouged every speck of water from the barrel--I paid my share for the
hauling, too--and the man won't come again till day after tomorrow with
more. Fifty cents a barrel, straight, he's charging now, James. And you,
boys with a great, big, long creekful of it that you can get right
in and swim in! I've come over to borrow two water-bags of it, if you
please, James I never dreamed water was so precious. Florence Hallman
ought to be made to lie on one of these dry claims she's fooled us into
taking. I really don't know, James, what's going to become of some of
these poor farmers. You knew, didn't you, that Mr. Murphy spent nearly
two hundred dollars boring a well--and now it's so strong of alkali they
daren't use a drop of it? Mr. Murphy is living right up to his name and
nationality, since then. He's away back there beyond the Sands place,
you know. He has to haul water about six miles. Believe me, James,
Florence Hallman had better keep away from Murphy! I met him as I was
coming out from town, and he called her a Jezebel!"
"That's mild!" Andy commented dryly. "Get down, why don't you? I want
you to take a look at the inside of my shack and see how bad I need a
housekeeper--since you won't take my word for it. I hope every drop of
water leaks outa these bags before you get home. I hope old Mister falls
down and spills it. I've a good mind not to let you have any, anyway.
Maybe you could be starved and tortured into coming down here where you
belong."
"Maybe I couldn't. I'll get me a barrel of my own, and hire Simpson
to fill it four times a week, if you please! And I'll put a lid with a
padlock on it, so Katie dear can't rob me in the night--and I'll use a
whole quart at a time to wash dishes, and two quarts when I take a bath!
I shall," she asserted with much emphasis, "lie in luxury, James!"
Andy laughed and waved his hand toward One Man Creek. "That's all
right--but how would you like to have that running past your house, so
you could wake up in the night and hear it go gurgle-gurgle? Wouldn't
that be all right?"
Rosemary Allen clasped her two gloved hands together and drew a long
breath. "I should want to run out and stop it," she declared. "To think
of water actually running around loose in this world!! And think of us
up on that dry prairie, paying fifty cents a barrel for it--and a lot
slopped out of the barrel on the road!" She glanced down into Andy's
love-lighted eyes, and her own softened. She placed her hand on his
shoulder and shook her head at him with a tender remonstrance.
"I know, boy--but it isn't in me to give up anything I set out to do,
any more than it is in you. You wouldn't like me half so well if I could
just drop that claim and think no more about it. I've got enough money
to commute, when the time comes, and I'll feel a lot better if I
go through with it now I've started. And--James!" She smiled at him
wistfully. "Even if it is only eighty acres, it will make good pasture,
and--it will help some, won't it?"
After that you could not expect Andy Green to do any more badgering or
to discourage the girl. He did like her better for having grit and a
mental backbone--and he found a way of telling her so and of making the
assurance convincing enough.
He filled her canvas water-bags and went with her to carry them, and he
cheered her much with his air-castles. Afterwards he took the team and
rustled a water-barrel and hauled her a barrel of water and gave
Kate Price a stony-eyed stare when she was caught watching him
superciliously; and in divers ways managed to make Miss Rosemary Allen
feel that she was fighting a good fight and that the odds were all in
her favor and in the favor of the Happy Family--and of Andy Green in
particular. She felt that the spite of her three very near neighbors
was really a matter to laugh over, and the spleen of Florence Hallman a
joke.
But for all that she gave Andy Green one last warning when he climbed
up to the spring seat of the wagon and unwound the lines from the
brake-handle, ready to drive back to his own work. She went close to the
front wheel, so that eavesdroppers could not hear, and held her front
hair from blowing across her earnest, wind-tanned face while she looked
up at him.
"Now remember, boy, do go and file your answer to those contests--all
of you!" she urged. "I don't know why--but I've a feeling some kind of
a scheme is being hatched to make you trouble on that one point. And if
you see Buck, tell him I'll ride fence with him tomorrow again. If you
realized how much I like that old cowpuncher, you'd be horribly jealous,
James."
"I'm jealous right now, without realizing a thing except that I've got
to go off and leave you here with a bunch of lemons," he retorted--and
he spoke loud enough so that any eavesdroppers might hear.
More
-
The Taking Of The Cache
It was understood that in the absence of the sheriff Richard Bellamy should have charge of the posse, and after the disappearance of Flatray he took command. With the passing years Bellamy had become a larger figure in the community. The Monte ... The Tale Of A Cigarette
The open door revealed three men asleep on the earthen floor, two of whom were Mexicans. Mr. Cassidy then for the first time felt called upon to relieve his companion of the Colt's which so sorely itched that gentleman's thigh and then disarmed t... The Tall Child
There were times, even now, when Prosper tried to argue himself back into sardonic self-possession. "Pooh!" said his brain, "you were beside yourself over a loss and then you were shut in for months of winter alone with this mountain girl, so natu... The Taste Of The Meat
I. In the beginning he was Christopher Bellew. By the time he was at college he had become Chris Bellew. Later, in the Bohemian crowd of San Francisco, he was called Kit Bellew. And in the end he was known by no other name than Smoke B... The Tenderfoot Makes A Proposition
Melissy waited in dread expectancy to see what would happen. Of quick, warm sympathies, always ready to bear with courage her own and others' burdens, she had none of that passive endurance which age and experience bring. She was keyed to the hero... The Tenderfoot Takes Up A Claim
Mr. Diller, alias Morse, alias Bellamy, did not long remain at the Bar Double G as a rider. It developed that he had money, and, tenderfoot though he was, the man showed a shrewd judgment in his investments. He bought sheep and put them on the gov... The Tent House
"Leave Old Jezebel to herself and she soon returns to old ways. She likes them best for she is a woman." MUSINGS OF THE ELEPHANT. Pen's voice, when it came, was lower and fuller than he had r... The Terror
Engineer John Judson, disappearing at the moment when the superintendent had sent him back to bully Schleisinger into appointing him constable, from the ken of those who were most anxious to hear from him, was late in reporting. But when he finall... The Test
Pierre "Feroce" showed disapproval in his every attitude as plainly as disgust peered from the seams in his dark face; it lurked in his scowl and in the curl of his long rawhide that bit among the sled dogs. So at least thought Willard, as he clung... The Test
The most that could be said of Rickett was that it had a courthouse and plenty of quiet so perfect that the minds of the office holders could turn and turn and hear no sound saving their own turning. There were, of course, more buildings than the co... The Texas Rangers
I came from Texas, like the bulk of you punchers, but a good while before the most of you were born. That was forty-odd years ago--and I've been on the Colorado River ever since. That's why they call me Colorado Rogers. About a dozen of us came o... The Thaw At Slisco's
The storm broke at Salmon Lake, and we ran for Slisco's road-house. It whipped out from the mountains, all tore into strips coming through the saw-teeth, lashing us off the glare ice and driving us up against the river banks among the willows. Cold... The Thumb Print
"I have been buffeted by the ages until I dominate the desert. So do the ages buffet one another until they produce a dominating man." MUSINGS OF THE ELEPHANT. Uncle Denny was on the pl... The Trail
"Frank, what'll we do about horses?" asked Jones. "Jim'll want the bay, and of course you'll want to ride Spot. The rest of our nags will only do to pack the outfit." "I've been thinkin'," replied the foreman. "You sure will need good mounts. Now... The Trail
A short dash brought me to the end of the block; the side street was not so dark, and after I had crossed this open space I glanced backward. Soon I sped into a wan circle of light, and, reaching a door upon which was a hotel sign, I burst in. Cha... The Trail Forks
So there I stood, amidst silence, gaping foolishly, breathing hard, my revolver smoking in my fingers and my enemy in a shockingly prone posture at my feet, gradually reddening the white of the torn soil. He was upon his face, his revolver hand ou... The Trail Herd
Day after day the trail herd plodded slowly to the north, following the buffalo trails that would lead to water, and the crude map of one who had taken a herd north and had returned with a tale of vast plains and no rivals. Always through the day th... The Trail Narrows
Again we broke camp. We rolled down from the plateau into that wizard basin lying all beautiful and slumberous and spell-locked like some land of heart's desire. We replenished our water casks from the tank cars, we swapped for a little feed, we o... The Trail Of The Red Wall
AFTER the departure of Dene and his comrades Naab decided to leave White Sage at nightfall. Martin Cole and the Bishop's sons tried to persuade him to remain, urging that the trouble sure to come could be more safely met in the village. Naab, howe... The Training Of A Leopardess
On that evening Prosper began to talk. The unnatural self-repression he had practiced gave way before the flood of his sociability. It was Joan's amazing beauty as she stumbled wretchedly into the circle of his firelight, her neck drawn up to its ... The Trap
"Yuh out last night?" brusquely inquired Gabby, as they were dressing next morning. A direct question from the eccentric individual was so novel that Buck paused in buckling on his cartridge-belt, and stared at him in frank surprise. "Why, n... The Trap
He had already covered a good ten miles, and a large part of that through extremely rough going, but the black ran with his head as high as the moment he pulled out of Rickett that morning, and there was only enough sweat to make his slender neck an... The Trip In The Erminie
The "Erminie," private car of "Railway Boss, Dan Ford," stood side-tracked at Denver, and his guests within it were the happy people whom, some readers may remember, we left keeping a belated Christmas in the old adobe on the mesa, in southern Cal... The Truth About Panfilo
Nothing more was said during the luncheon, but when Alaire had finished eating and her two employees had begun their meal, she climbed the bank of the arroyo ostensibly to find a cool spot. Having succeeded, she called to Dave: "There is a nice... The Two Cousins
The sheepman lay at his ease, the strong supple lines of him stretched lazily on the lounge. Helen was sitting beside him in an easy chair, and he watched the play of her face in the lamplight as she read from "The Little White Bird." She was very g... The Two Prisoners
The three chums were right; the two persons who were approaching the camp on the mountainside so stealthily were Link Merwell and Job Haskers. They came on step by step, looking ahead and to either side, as if on the alert to flee at the first ... The Ultimate Treachery
When Barbara regained consciousness she was lying in some long, dusty grass beside the trail where she seemed to have been thrown, or where she had fallen. For she was lying on her right side, her right arm doubled under her, and she felt a pain i... The Underground Stream
It was on a Saturday morning that we made this discovery, and as my father and mother had both driven down to San Remo and would not be back till sunset, we could not ask permission to abandon our regular work and go exploring. But, as I had said ... The Unexpected
More than once during the following few days, Stratton was forced to a grudging admiration, of Tex Lynch's cleverness. Even knowing what he did, he failed to detect the slightest sign in either the foreman or his men that they were waiting expecta... The Vagrant Sioux
Buckskin gradually readjusted itself to the conditions which had existed before its sudden leap into the limelight as a town which did things. The soiree at the Houston House had drifted into the past, and was now substantially established as an ... The Venture
From the moment Joan gave the name of Daddy Dan, the wolf-dog kept to the trail with arrowy straightness. Whatever the limitations of Bart's rather uncanny intelligence, upon one point he was usually letter-perfect, and even when a stranger mentione... The Voice From The Heights
LEE VIRGINIA was not entirely without experience as regards respectful courtship. Her life in the East had brought her to know a number of attractive lads and a few men, but none of these had become more than good companions, or friends; and thoug... The Wagon Tire
About noon she emerged from the room, fully refreshed and wide awake. She and Susie O'Toole had unpacked at least one of the trunks, and now she stood arrayed in shirtwaist and blue skirt. At once she stepped into the open air and looked about her... The Walk In The Rain
Norcross, with his city training, was acutely conscious of the delicacy of the situation. In his sister's circle a girl left alone in this way with a man would have been very seriously embarrassed; but it was evident that Berrie took it all joyous... The Warning
All in a grim instant he saw the trap. It closed upon his consciousness with a click, and as he doubled Satan around he knew that the only escape was in running southeast along the banks of the Asper. Even that was a desperate, a forlorn chance, for... The Watchers At Roderick's
As soon as Molly and Leslie had ridden away, Mattie Roderick disappeared within her own room and became deaf to all the inquiries made outside her door. She was a high-spirited, "wild western" girl, accustomed to obeying little else than her own i... The Water Question And Some Gossip
Miss Rosemary Allen rode down into One Man Coulee and boldly up to the cabin of Andy Green, and shouted musically for him to come forth. Andy made a hasty pass at his hair with a brush, jerked his tie straight and came out eagerly. There was no hesi... The Water-cure
Without an instant's hesitation Dave flung himself past Rosa and through the inner door. Jose Sanchez met him with a shout; the shock of their collision overbore the lighter man, and the two went down together, arms and legs intertwined. The ho... The Water-hole
A fitful breeze played among the mesquite bushes. The naked earth, where it showed between the clumps of grass, was baked plaster hard. It burned like hot slag, and except for a panting lizard here and there, or a dust-gray jack-rabbit, startled f... The White Feather
At the appointed time Bob sneaked back to the hotel. He hung around the lobby for a minute or two, drifted into the saloon and gambling annex, and presently found himself hanging over the bar because he did not know what else to do with himself. ... The White Mustang
For thirty miles down Nail Canyon we marked, in every dusty trail and sandy wash, the small, oval, sharply defined tracks of the White Mustang and his band. The canyon had been well named. It was long, straight and square sided; its bare walls gl... The Whole Duty Of Woman
Joan waited for Holliwell and, waiting, began inevitably to regain her strength. One evening as Wen Ho was spreading the table, Prosper looked up from his writing to see a tall, gaunt girl clinging to the door-jamb. She was dressed in the heavy cl... The Wife Of Chino
I. CHINO'S WIFE On the back porch of the "office," young Lockwood--his boots, stained with the mud of the mines and with candle-drippings, on the rail--sat smoking his pipe and looking off down the canon. It was early in the evening. Lockwood... The Wild Cat's Trail
"He is quite right," said my father, when, on reaching home again, we related to him the results of our day's work and told him how the hermit had warned us against Long John. "He is quite right. Your hermit is a man of sense in spite of his reput... The Wild Geese
Twenty-four hours from Alder to Elkhead, and beyond Elkhead to the Cumberland ranch, is long riding and hard riding, but not far after dark on the following night, Joan lifted her head, where she played with the puppy on the hearth, and listened. Th... The Wild-goose Chase
Because they had no human means of knowing anything about the black automobile that bad whirled across the mesa to the southeast and left its mysterious passengers in one of the arroyos that leads into the Sandias Mountains near Coyote Springs, nine... The Wind In The Cedars
PIUTE'S Indian sense of the advantage of position in attack stood Jack in good stead; he led him up the ledge which overhung one end of the corral. In the pale starlight the sheep could be seen running in bands, massing together, crowding the fenc... The Winter Of Our Discontent
The inquiry was over before noon. A lieutenant detailed a few men and made a pretense of taking possession of Lovell. But once the special commissioner was out of sight, the farce was turned into an ovation, and nearly every officer in the post came... The Wolf Pack
"Good evening, gentlemen. Hope I don't intrude on the festivities." Leroy smiled down ironically on the four flushed, startled faces that looked up at him. Suspicion was alive in every rustle of the men's clothes. It breathed from the lowering cou... The Wolf With Wet Feet
We had been so expeditious, thanks largely to Joe's good judgment in tumbling into the right hole at the start when he slid down the shale, that we reached home well before sunset, when, according to the arrangement we had made as we rode down, Jo... The Worst Man In The Troop
Just why that young Irishman should have been so balefully branded was more than the first lieutenant of the troop could understand. To be sure, the lieutenant's opportunities for observation had been limited. He had spent some years on detached s... The Yellow-leg
While seated in the office of the Hinds House, with his eyes rolled to the ceiling, listening in well-feigned rapture to "Rippling Waves" on the cabinet organ, and other numbers rendered singly and ensemble by the Musical Snows, Mr. Dill in realit... The Young Eagle Must Fly
"You're of age," said Bob Birnie, sucking hard at his pipe. "You've had your schooling as your mother wished that you should have it. You've got the music in your head and your fingers and your toes, and that's as your mother wished that you should ... Them Damn Snake
Three hundred yards up the river, in the shade of a huge bowlder, round an end of which the water hurried in a green swirl that it might the sooner lie quiet in the deep, dark pool below, Good Indian, picking his solitary way over the loose rocks, c... They Have Their Troubles
To begin with, Lovin Child got hold of Cash's tobacco can and was feeding it by small handfuls to the flames, when Bud caught him. He yelled when Bud took it away, and bumped his head on the floor and yelled again, and spatted his hands together and ye... Thorns And A Few Roses
Helen Dunbar was exercising that doubtful economy, walking to save car-fare, when she saw Mae Smith with her eyes fixed upon her in deadly purpose making a bee-line across the street. If there was any one thing more needed to complete her depressi... Three In A Pit
Wounded though he was, Houck managed to make a good deal of trouble for the punchers before they pinned him down and took the forty-five from him. His great strength was still at command, and he had the advantage that neither of his rescuers wante... Through Two Snows
"Dear Friend [thus in the spring the Virginian wrote me], Yours received. It must be a poor thing to be sick. That time I was shot at Canada de Oro would have made me sick if it had been a littel lower or if I was much of a drinking man. You will ... Thunder River
FOR an instant Hare's brain reeled, and Mescal's broken murmurings were meaningless Then his faculties grew steady and acute; he held the girl as if he intended never to let her go. Mescal clung to him with a wildness that gave him anxiety for her... Thwarted
Instantly a sense of elation, tingling as an electric shock, surged over Stratton, and his grip on the Colt tightened. At last he was face to face with something definite and concrete, and in a moment all the little doubts and nagging nervous qual... To Better Acquaintance
The train had started amidst clangor of bell and the shouts of good-bye and good-luck from the crowd upon the station platform. We had rolled out through train yards occupied to the fullest by car shops, round house, piled-up freight depot, stacks... To Double For Muriel Gay
While she breakfasted unsatisfactorily upon soda crackers and a bottle of olives which happened to have been left over from a previous luncheon, Jean meditated deeply upon the proper beginning of a book. The memory of last night came to her vividly,... To Fit Her Finger
It was two rings that the Virginian wrote for when next I heard from him. After my dark sight of what the Cattle Land could be, I soon had journeyed home by way of Washakie and Rawlins. Steve and Shorty did not leave my memory, nor will they ev... To The Victors The Spoils
"Hey, boys!" Luck Lindsay shouted to Applehead and one or two of the Happy Family who were down at the chuck--wagon engaged in uneasy discussion as to what Luck would say when he found out about their intention to leave. "Come on up here--this is go... Todos Santos
It was evident that the two strangers represented some exalted military and ecclesiastical authority. This was shown in their dress--a long-forgotten, half mediaeval costume, that to the imaginative spectator was perfectly in keeping with their my... Todos Santos Solves The Mystery
Notwithstanding his promise, and the summons of the Council, Father Esteban, on parting with the Excelsior prisoners in the San Antonio Road, did not proceed immediately to the presence of the Comandante. Partly anxious to inform himself more thor... Tolleston Butts In
Morning dawned on a scene of pastoral grandeur. The valley of the North Platte was dotted with cattle from hill and plain. The river, well confined within its low banks, divided an unsurveyed domain of green-swarded meadows like a boundary line betw... Tom Connor's Scare
When Long John Butterfield (it was Yetmore himself who told us all this long afterwards) when Long John, returning from his day's prospecting up among the foot-hills of Mount Lincoln, had related to his employer the result of his labors, two concl... Tom's Second Window
Mrs. Appleby never did quite understand how her barrel of oil had been recovered for her. All she knew for certain was that her good friend, Mr. Connor, had somehow procured it from Yetmore, and that Yetmore was, as Mr. Connor said, "agreeable." ... Tommy And Thomas
IT was while Harry Lossing was at the High School that Mrs. Carriswood first saw Tommy Fitzmaurice. He was not much to see, a long lad of sixteen who had outgrown his jackets and was not yet grown to his ears. At this period Mrs. Fitzmaurice was h... Too Late For Love
"Honor is the thing that makes humans different from dogs--some dogs! When women have it, it is mingled always with tenderness." MUSINGS OF THE ELEPHANT. Jim jumped to his feet and took... Tort Salvation
She must have fallen asleep there, for when she opened her eyes it was day. Underneath her was a lot of bedding he had found in the cabin, and tucked about her were the automobile rugs. For a moment her brain, still sodden with sleep, struggled help...