The "Wild West" Collection. William MacLeod Raine

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      "What are you sending them out for, then?"

      "Oh, well, the boys need to work off some of their energy, and there's always a show they might happen onto the robbers."

      "Do you think some of the Roaring Fork gang did it?"

      "Can't say."

      "I suppose you are staying here in the hope that they will drop in and deliver themselves to you."

      He looked at her out of an expressionless face. "That's about it, I reckon. But what I tell the public is that I'm staying so as to be within telephone connection. You see, Sheriff Burke is moving up to cut them off from the Catalinas, Jackson is riding out from Mammoth to haid them off that way, these anxious lads that have just pulled out from here are taking care of the Galiuros. I'm supposed to be sitting with my fingers on the keys as a sort of posse dispatcher."

      "Well, I hope you won't catch them," she told him bluntly.

      "That seems to be a prevailing sentiment round here. You say it right hearty too; couldn't be more certain of your feelings if it had been your own father."

      He said it carelessly, yet with his keen blue eyes fixed on her. Nevertheless, he was totally unprepared for the effect of his words. The color washed from her bronzed cheeks, and she stood staring at him with big, fear-filled eyes.

      "What--what do you mean?" she gasped. "How dare you say that?"

      "I ain't said anything so terrible. You don't need to take it to heart like that." He gave her a faint smile for an instant. "I'm not really expecting to arrest Mr. Lee for holding up that stage."

      The color beat back slowly into her face. She knew she had made a false move in taking so seriously his remark.

      "I don't think you ought to joke about a thing like that," she said stiffly.

      "All right. I'll not say it next time till I'm in earnest," he promised as he walked away.

      "I wonder if he really meant anything," the girl was thinking in terror, and he, "she knows something; now, I would like to know what."

      Melissy attended to her duties in the postoffice after the arrival of the stage, and looked after the dining-room as usual, but she was all the time uneasily aware that Jack Flatray had quietly disappeared. Where had he gone? And why? She found no answer to that question, but the ranger dropped in on his bronco in time for supper, imperturbable and self-contained as ever.

      "Think I'll stay all night if you have a room for me," he told her after he had eaten.

      "We have a room," she said. "What more have you heard about the stage robbery?"

      "Nothing, Miss Lee."

      "Oh, I thought maybe you had," she murmured tremulously, for his blue eyes were unwaveringly upon her and she could not know how much or how little he might mean.

      Later she saw him sitting on the fence, holding genial converse with Jim Budd. The waiter was flashing a double row of white teeth in deep laughter at something the deputy had told him. Evidently they were already friends. When she looked again, a few minutes later, she knew Jack had reached the point where he was pumping Jim and the latter was disseminating misinformation. That the negro was stanch enough, she knew, but she was on the anxious seat lest his sharp-witted inquisitor get what he wanted in spite of him. After he had finished with Budd the ranger drifted around to the kitchen in time to intercept Hop Ling casually as he came out after finishing his evening's work. The girl was satisfied Flatray could not have any suspicion of the truth. Nevertheless, she wished he would let the help alone. He might accidentally stumble on something that would set him on the right track.

      CHAPTER VIII

      THE BOONE-BELLAMY FEUD IS RENEWED

      "Here's six bits on the counter under a seed catalogue. Did you leave it here, daddy?"

      Champ Lee, seated on the porch just outside the store door, took the pipe from his mouth and answered:

      "Why no, honey, I don't reckon I did, not to my ricollection."

      "That's queer. I know I didn't----"

      Melissy broke her sentence sharply. There had come into her eyes a spark of excitement, simultaneous with the brain-flash which told her who had left the money. No doubt the quarter and the half dollar had been lying there ever since the day last week when Morse had eaten at the Bar Double G. She addressed an envelope, dropped the money in, sealed the flap, and put the package beside a letter addressed to T. L. Morse.

      Lee, full of an unhappy restlessness which he could not control, presently got up and moved away to the stables. He was blaming himself bitterly for the events of the past few days.

      It was perhaps half an hour later that Melissy looked up to see the sturdy figure of Morse in the doorway. During the past year he had filled out, grown stronger and more rugged. His deep tan and heavy stride pronounced him an outdoor man no less surely than the corduroy suit and the high laced miners' boots.

      He came forward to the postoffice window without any sign of recognition.

      "Is Mr. Flatray still here?"

      "No!" Without further explanation Melissy took from the box the two letters addressed to Morse and handed them to him.

      The girl observed the puzzled look that stole over his face at sight of the silver in one envelope. A glance at the business address printed on the upper left hand corner enlightened him. He laid the money down in the stamp window.

      "This isn't mine."

      "You heard what my father said?"

      "That applies to next time, not to this."

      "I think it does apply to this time."

      "I can't see how you're going to make me take it back. I'm an obstinate man."

      "Just as you like."

      A sudden flush of anger swept her. She caught up the silver and flung it through the open window into the dusty road.

      His dark eyes met hers steadily and a dull color burned in his tanned cheeks. Without a word he turned away, and instantly she regretted what she had done. She had insulted him deliberately and put herself in the wrong. At bottom she was a tender-hearted child, even though her father and his friends had always spoiled her, and she could not but reproach herself for the hurt look she had brought into his strong, sad face. He was their enemy, of course, but even enemies have rights.

      Morse walked out of the office looking straight before him, his strong back teeth gripped so that the muscles stood out on his salient jaw. Impulsively the girl ran around the counter after him.

      He looked up from untying his horse to see her straight and supple figure running toward him. Her eager face was full of contrition and the color of pink rose petals came and went in it.

      "I'm sorry, Mr. Morse. I oughtn't to have done that. I hurt your feelings," she cried.

      At best he was never a handsome man, but now his deep, dark eyes lit with a glow that surprised her.

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