And, oh! I wanted it to pass
without--without--"
"Wal, Lucy dear," replied Bostil, as she faltered. "Nothin' came off thet'd
make you feel bad. Young Slone had a scare about his hoss. Wildfire's safe out
there in the corral, an' he'll be guarded like the King an' Sarch. Slone needs
a drink an' somethin' to eat, same as all of us."
Lucy's color returned and her smile, but Bostil noted that, while she was
serving them and brightly responsive to compliments, she gave more than one
steady glance at Slone. She was deep, thought Bostil, and it angered him a
little that she showed interest in what concerned this strange rider.
Then they had dinner, with twelve at table. The wives of Bostil's three
friends had been helping Aunt Jane prepare the feast, and they added to the
merriment. Bostil was not much given to social intercourse--he would have
preferred to be with his horses and riders--but this night he outdid himself
as host, amazed his sister Jane, who evidently thought he drank too much, and
delighted Lucy. Bostil's outward appearance and his speech and action never
reflected all the workings of his mind.
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