Essential Western Novels - Volume 4. Max Brand

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      "Kay is such a fine girl," he explained.

      "She is a fine girl," said Miss Pruell, "whether I had anything to do with making her one or not; but the trouble with Kay is she is too trusting. She thinks everybody is just as fine as she is. She is self reliant enough; but somehow she doesn't seem to be as sophisticated as some of the other girls, and I am always afraid that she is going to be imposed upon."

      "Now no one would have to worry if Dora Crowell was riding without a chaperon," suggested Marvel, "and she's a mighty nice girl, too."

      "Dora impresses one as being able to take care of herself," said Miss Pruell.

      "Well, Kay can take care of herself, too," said Marvel. "Oh shucks, Miss Pruell, she'll be all right."

      "Oh, I know it," admitted the woman, "but just the same I'd feel safer if you'd been along, Mr. Marvel."

      He looked at her in surprise. "But I'm more of a stranger than Cory," he reminded her.

      "I know what Kay thinks of you," she said. "We have both felt that she was so much safer when you were along since what you did that day."

      "I'm very glad to know that you have confidence in me," said the man.

      "Yes, we both have a lot of confidence in you, Mr. Marvel, especially Kay. She was all broken up this morning when she told me you were going away."

      He made no reply; but he was thinking that the girl had very successfully hidden her regret from him; but then girls were funny. He had read enough about them in books to know that. Everyone said they were funny.

      "I guess I won't ever understand them," he said.

      "Who?" she asked.

      "Did I say anything? I must have been thinking out loud." He was looking out across the ranch yard down the valley; but his thoughts were in the other direction, where a golden haired girl in overalls rode with a man he did not trust. "Here comes a car," he said. "You don't see many cars up here."

      Miss Pruell looked up. "Why bless my heart," she exclaimed, "I believe that's Mr. White. Yes, that's Kay's father. I recognize his roadster."

      The two sat watching the approaching car as it came swiftly up the rough road and, slowing down, turned into the ranch yard. Then Miss Pruell stood up and waved her hand, and as the car stopped before the house she went down the steps to greet a well built man of fifty with graying hair that accentuated the bronze of his tanned face.

      "Hello Abbie," he said.

      "I am so glad you've come, John."

      "Where is Kay?" he demanded.

      "She's out for the day—gone on a paper chase." He had opened up the rumble seat and was getting out his bags.

      "Can't I help you, sir?" asked Marvel, coming down the steps.

      "John, this is Mr. Marvel," said Miss Pruell. "This is Kay's father, Mr. Marvel."

      The two men shook hands; and in the brief keen scrutiny of the instant, each saw something in the other that he liked.

      "Mr. Marvel saved Kay's life the other day, John."

      "They are going to make a good story of that before they get through with it," said Marvel laughing; but he had to listen again to a detailed narration of the whole affair.

      "I'm sorry that I can't tell you how I feel about this," said John White; "but until you are a father yourself you can't understand what I owe you."

      After helping White in with his bags, Marvel left the two and strolled down to the stable, guessing that they might probably have much of a personal nature to discuss; so that he did not see them again until dinner was served at noon.

      During the conversation at the table, Marvel learned that John White had started in life as a cowpuncher, that he had become foreman of a big ranch in California and then a partner; and that with the accumulation of wealth and the growth of the community in which he lived, he had drifted into banking. It seemed almost like a fairy story to Marvel, and he wanted to ask a great many questions; but his natural reticence prevented, and presently the conversation drifted to other topics; and soon the meal was over and Butts was calling him from the veranda.

      "You better shake a leg, Mister, if you're goin' along with me," he said.

      "Just a moment, my man," replied Marvel; but he rose from the table. "I'll say goodbye before I leave," he said to Miss Pruell and White. "It will take a few minutes to get my baggage roped on to the buckboard."

      When he reached the veranda, Butts met him with a surly scowl. "Give me a hand with my stuff, Butts," he said.

      "Hustle it yourself," growled the cowpuncher. "I aint flunkyin' for no tenderfoot."

      "Have it your own way," said Marvel. "I aint in any hurry to leave; but I don't leave without my trunk, and I aint goin' to carry it alone. If Blaine finds me here when he gets back he's goin' to be peeved at you."

      Butts hesitated for a moment, and then he growled something under his breath.

      "Come on then," he said. "Where is it? I don't want to see you around here no longer than I have to."

      Together they went to Bruce's room and carried his trunk and bag out to the buckboard; and while Butts was roping the baggage on to the vehicle, Marvel returned to the house and bid Miss Pruell and Mr. White goodbye.

      "I hope I see you again some time, young man," said White, as they parted.

      "You don't hope it half as much as I do," thought Marvel as he turned and left them.

      "Well, are you about ready?" demanded Butts.

      "Just as soon as I get Baldy," said Marvel.

      "What you goin' to do with Baldy?" demanded the cowpuncher.

      "I'm goin' to lead him down to the railroad."

      "Who said so?"

      "I do."

      "You aint goin' to lead him behind this buckboard," said Butts.

      "Then I stay right here. Take my trunk off."

      "Well you got me again," said Butts, "but you're sure goin' to be sorry for it."

      "Not if I know it," replied Marvel.

      "Goodbye, Mr. Marvel," called Miss Pruell, who had come out onto the veranda. "I hope you have a pleasant trip."

      "I'm expecting to," replied Bruce.

      Butts drove down to the stable; and Marvel went in and led Baldy out, taking him up close to the side of the off horse.

      "What you doin' there?" demanded Butts.

      "I'm goin' to tie him up here where you can't get funny and lose him," replied Marvel.

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