"I'm crazy to ride Wildfire out before all the Indians and ranchers
and riders, before the races, just to show him off, to make them stare."
"No, Lucy. The best plan is to surprise them all. Enter your horse for the
race, but don't show up till all the riders are at the start."
"Yes, that'll be best. . . . And, Lin, only five days more--five days!"
Her words made Slone thoughtful, and Lucy, seeing that, straightway grew
thoughtful, too.
"Sure--only five days more," repeated Slone, slowly.
His tone convinced Lucy that he meant to speak again as he had spoken once
before, precipitating the only quarrel they had ever had.
"Does ANY ONE at Bostil's Ford know you meet me out here?" he asked, suddenly.
"Only Auntie. I told her the other day. She had been watching me. She thought
things. So I told her."
"What did she say?" went on Slone, curiously.
"She was mad," replied Lucy. "She scolded me. She said. . . . But, anyway, I
coaxed her not to tell on me."
"I want to know what she said," spoke up the rider, deliberately.
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