The Man of the Forest
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down heah I'm goin' after him." "Sure. But don't be in no hurry," replied Abe. "I'm waltzin' to slow music. . . . Gimme a smoke." With fingers that slightly trembled Abe rolled a cigarette, lit it from his own, and handed it to the cowboy. "Las Vegas, I reckon I hear hosses," he said, suddenly. "Me, too," replied Las Vegas, with his head high like that of a listening deer. Apparently he forgot the cigarette and also his friend. Abe hurried back to the store, where he disappeared. Las Vegas
replied Dale. "He's high on some rocky ridge back there. He scents us, an' he doesn't like it. . . . There he goes again. Listen! Ah, he's hungry." While Helen listened to this exceedingly wild cry -- so wild that it made her flesh creep and the most indescribable sensations of loneliness come over her -- she kept her glance upon Dale. "You love him?" she murmured involuntarily, quite without understanding the motive of her query. Assuredly Dale had never had that question asked of him before,
had been driven to. What struck Helen most forcibly about him was something in his face as he looked down at the hound. He was scared. He realized his peril. It was not possible for Helen to watch him killed, yet she could not bring herself to beg Bo not to shoot. Helen confessed she was a tenderfoot. "Get down, Bo, an' let's see how good a shot you are, said Dale. Bo slowly withdrew her fascinated gaze from the lion and looked with a rueful smile at Dale. "I've changed my mind. I said I would
tried not to think of it any more. It confused and perplexed her that into her mind should flash a thought that, though it would be dreadful for Carmichael to kill Beasley, for Dale to do it would be a calamity -- a terrible thing. Helen did not analyze that strange thought. She was as afraid of it as she was of the stir in her blood when she visualized Dale. Her meditation was interrupted by Bo, who entered the room, rebellious-eyed and very lofty. Her manner changed, which apparently owed its
I mean Tom!" she responded, and the last word came with a burst. "Tom? Who's he? Ah, you mean Las Vegas. Yes, I've seen him." "Well, did he ask a-about me?" "I believe he did ask how you were -- something like that." "Humph! Nell, I don't always trust you." After that she relapsed into silence, read awhile, and dreamed awhile, looking into the fire, and then she limped over to kiss Helen good night and left the room. Next day she was rather quiet, seeming upon the verge of one of the