But Bostil had
observed them long before Holley and other riders had approached him with the
information.
"Let her alone," he growled to his men. "I gave her orders to train the King.
An' after Van got well mebbe Lucy just had a habit of ridin' down there. She
can take care of herself."
To himself, when alone, Bostil muttered: "Wonder what the kid has looked up
now? Some mischief, I'll bet!"
Nevertheless, he did not speak to her on the subject. Deep in his heart he
knew he feared his keen-eyed daughter, and during these days he was glad she
was not in evidence at the hours when he could not very well keep entirely to
himself. Bostil was afraid Lucy might divine what he had on his mind. There
was no one else he cared for. Holley, that old hawk-eyed rider, might see
through him, but Bostil knew Holley would be loyal, whatever he saw.
Toward the end of the month, when Somers returned from horse-hunting, Bostil
put him and Shugrue to work upon the big flatboat down at the crossing. Bostil
himself went down, and he walked--a fact apt to be considered unusual if it
had been noticed.
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