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That was the old rider's ruthless spirit speaking out of his daughter's lips.
Slone went close to the King and, putting a hand on the pommel, he looked up
at Lucy. "Maybe--it is--a dream--an' you won't come back," he said, with
unsteady voice.
"Then I'll come in dreams," she flashed. "Be careful of yourself. . . .
Good-by."
And at a touch the impatient King was off. From far up the slope near a
monument Lucy looked back. Slone was watching her. She waved a gauntleted
hand--and then looked back no more.

CHAPTER X
Two weeks slipped by on the wings of time and opportunity and achievement, all
colored so wonderfully for Lucy, all spelling that adventure for which she had
yearned.
Lucy was riding down into the sage toward the monuments with a whole day
before her. Bostil kept more and more to himself, a circumstance that worried
her, though she thought little about it. Van had taken up the training of the
King; and Lucy had deliberately quarreled with him so that she would be free
to ride where she listed.


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