She tried none of her usual
catlike side-steps and throwing of the head. Altogether, Vic was troubled
even as he would have been at the sight of Betty Neal in the arms of
another man. It was desertion.
"Dan," he said, "I know what you've done for me and I know what you're
doin' now." He took the slender hand of the other in his big paw.
"If the time comes when I can pay you back, so help me God--"
"Oaths don't do no good," cut in Barry without a trace of emotion. He
added frankly: "It ain't altogether for your sake. Those gents down there
have played tag once with me and now I'd like to play with them. Molly's
fresh today."
He was already looking over his shoulder while he spoke; as if his mind
were even then at work upon the posse.
"S'long."
"S'long, partner. Good luck."
So they parted and Vic, jogging slowly up the steep path, saw Grey Molly
wheeled and sent at a sweeping gallop over the meadow. His heart leaped
jealously and the next moment went out in a flood of gratitude, admiration,
as Barry swung off the shoulder of the mountain, waved his hat towards
Kate, and dipped at once out of sight.
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