"Oh, Dad! I KNEW something had happened," she
cried, reaching for him.
Then Bostil told her how Dick Sears had menaced him--how Slone had foiled the
horse-thief. He told the story bluntly, but eloquently, with all a rider's
praise. Lucy rose with hands pressed against her breast. When had Bostil seen
eyes like those--dark, shining, wonderful? Ah! he remembered her mother's
once--only once, as a girl.
Then Lucy kissed him and without a word fled from the room.
Bostil stared after her. "D--n me!" he swore, as he threw a boot against the
wall. "I reckon I'll never let her marry Slone, but I just had to tell her
what I think of him!"
CHAPTER XIV
Slone lay wide awake under an open window, watching the stars glimmer through
the rustling foliage of the cottonwoods. Somewhere a lonesome hound bayed.
Very faintly came the silvery tinkle of running water.
For five days Slone had been a guest of Bostil's, and the whole five days had
been torment.
On the morning of the day after the races Lucy had confronted him.
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