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"Child, you sure mean to run in this race--the big one?"
"Sure and certain."
"Wal, the only bitter drop in my cup to-day will be seein' you get beat. But
if you ran second I'll give you a present thet'll make the purse look sick."
Even the Indian chiefs were smiling. Old Horse, the Navajo, beamed benignly
upon this daughter of the friend of the Indians. Silver, his brother
chieftain, nodded as if he understood Bostil's pride and regret. Some of the
young riders showed their hearts in their eyes. Farlane tried to look
mysterious, to pretend he was in Lucy's confidence.
"Lucy, if you are really goin' to race I'll withdraw my hoss so you can win,"
said Wetherby, gallantly.
Bostil's sonorous laugh rolled down the slope.
"Miss Lucy, I sure hate to run a hoss against yours," said old Cal Blinn. Then
Colson, Sticks, Burthwait, the other principals, paid laughing compliments to
the bright-haired girl.
Bostil enjoyed this hugely until he caught the strange intensity of regard in
the cavernous eyes of Cordts.
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