Later she left her room to see if the hour was opportune for her plan to make
up a pack of supplies for the rider. Her aunt was busy in the kitchen, and
Bostil had not come in. Lucy took advantage of the moment to tie up a pack and
carry it to her room. Somehow the task pleased her. She recalled the lean face
of the rider. And that recalled his ragged appearance. Why not pack up an
outfit of clothes? Bostil had a stock-room full of such accessories for his
men. Then Lucy, glowing with the thought, hurried to Bostil's stock-room, and
with deft hands and swift judgment selected an outfit for the rider, even down
to a comb and razor. All this she carried quickly to her room, where in her
thoughtfulness she added a bit of glass from a broken mirror, and soap and a
towel. Then she tied up a second pack.
Bostil did not come home to supper, a circumstance that made Lucy's aunt
cross. They ate alone, and, waiting awhile, were rather late in clearing away
the table. After this Lucy had her chance in the dusk of early evening, and
she carried both packs way out into the sage and left them near the trail.
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