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"Wal, Lucy, I've a sneakin' idea thet Cordts will never leave the uplands
unless he gets you an' the King both."
"And, Dad--you consented to let that horse-thief come to our races?" exclaimed
Lucy, with heat.
"Why not? He can't do any harm. If he or his men get uppish, the worse for
them. Cordts gave his word not to turn a trick till after the races."
"Do you trust him?"
"Yes. But his men might break loose, away from his sight. Especially thet Dick
Sears. He's a bad man. So be watchful whenever you ride out."
As Lucy went down toward the corrals she was thinking deeply. She could always
tell, woman-like, when her father was excited or agitated. She remembered the
conversation between him and Creech's rider. She remembered the keen glance
old Holley had bent upon him. And mostly she remembered the somber look upon
his face. She did not like that. Once, when a little girl, she had seen it and
never forgotten it, nor the thing that it was associated with--something
tragical which had happened in the big room.


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