"
Bostil tossed his hands. He struggled with his rage. He had no fear that Lucy
would not soon be found. But the opposition to his will made him furious.
Van left the group of riders and came close to Bostil. "It ain't an hour back
thet I seen Slone ride off alone on his red hoss."
"What of thet?" demanded Bostil. "Sure she was waitin' somewheres. They'd have
too much sense to go together. . . . Saddle up, you boys, an' we'll--"
"Say, Bostil, I happen to know Slone didn't see Lucy last night," interrupted
Holley.
"A-huh! Wal, you'd better talk out."
"I trusted Lucy," said Holley. "But all the same, knowin' she was in love, I
jest wanted to see if any girl in love could keep her word. . . . So about
dark I went down the grove an' watched fer Slone. Pretty soon I seen him. He
sneaked along the upper end an' I follered. He went to thet bench up by the
biggest cottonwood. An' he waited a long time. But Lucy didn't come. He must
have waited till midnight. Then he left. I watched him go back--seen him go up
to his cabin.
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