"
"I'm a lot sore," replied Bostil, gruffly.
"Anyway, how did Farlane know how I handled Sage King?" queried Lucy.
"Wal, every hair on a hoss talks to Farlane, so Holley says. . . . Lucy, you
take the King out every day for a while. Ride him now an' watch out! Joel
Creech was in the village to-day. He sure sneaked when he seen me. He's up to
some mischief."
Lucy did not want to lie and she did not know what to say. Presently Bostil
bade her good night. Lucy endeavored to read, but her mind continually
wandered back to the adventure of the day.
Next morning she had difficulty in concealing her impatience, but luck favored
her. Bostil was not in evidence, and Farlane, for once, could spare no more
time than it took to saddle Sage King. Lucy rode out into the sage, pretty
sure that no one watched her.
She had hidden the packs near the tallest bunch of greasewood along the trail;
and when she halted behind it she had no fear of being seen from the corrals.
She got the packs. The light one was not hard to tie back of the saddle, but
the large one was a very different matter.
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