"But he left orders for Holley
to ride with me and look after me. Isn't that funny? Poor old Holley! He hates
to doublecross Dad, he says."
"I'm glad Holley's to look after you," replied Slone. "Yesterday I saw you
tearin' down into the sage on Sarch. I wondered what you'd do, Lucy, if Cordts
or that loon Creech should get hold of you?"
"I'd fight!"
"But, child, that's nonsense. You couldn't fight either of them."
"Couldn't I? Well, I just could. I'd--I'd shoot Cordts. And I'd whip Joel
Creech with my quirt. And if he kept after me I'd let Sarch run him down.
Sarch hates him."
"You're a brave sweetheart," mused Slone. "Suppose you were caught an'
couldn't get away. Would you leave a trail somehow?"
"I sure would."
"Lucy, I'm a wild-horse hunter," he went on, thoughtfully, as if speaking to
himself. "I never failed on a trail. I could track you over bare rock."
"Lin, I'll leave a trail, so never fear," she replied. "But don't borrow
trouble. You're always afraid for me. Look at the bright side. Dad seems to
have forgotten you.
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