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โOh, no!โ Keith laughed a little. โA girl can't always have her own way just because she wants it, even if sheโโ
โI've got a fish, Mr. Cam'ron!โ Dorman squealed, and Keith was obliged to devote another five minutes to diplomacy.
โI think you have fished long enough, honey,โ Beatrice told Dorman decidedly. โIt's nearly dinner time, and Looey Sam won't have time to fry your fish if you don't hurry home. Shall I tell Dick you wished to see him, Mr. Cameron?โ
โIt's nothing important, so I won't trouble you,โ Keith replied, in a tone that matched hers for cool courtesy. โI'll see him to-morrow, probably.โ He helped Dorman reel in his line, cut a willow-wand and strung the three fish upon it by the gills, washed his hands leisurely in the creek, and dried them on his handkerchief, just as if nothing bothered him in the slightest degree. Then he went over and smoothed Redcloud's mane and pulled a wisp of forelock from under the brow-band, and commanded him to shake hands, which the horse did promptly.
โI want to shake hands wis your pony, too,โ Dorman cried, and dropped pole and fish heedlessly into the grass.
โAll right, kid.โ
Dorman went up gravely and clasped Redcloud's raised fetlock solemnly, while the tall cow-puncher smiled down at him.
โKiss him, Redcloud,โ he said softly; and then, when the horse's nose was thrust in his face: โNo, not meโkiss the kid.โ He lifted the child up in his arms, and when Redcloud touched his soft nose to Dorman's cheek and lifted his lip for a dainty, toothless nibble, Dorman was speechless with fright and rapture thrillingly combined.
โNow run home with your fish; it lacks only two hours and forty minutes to dinner time, and it will take at least twenty minutes for the fish to fryโso you see you'll have to hike.โ
Beatrice flushed and looked at him sharply, but Keith was getting into the saddle and did not appear to remember she was there. The fingers that were tying her hat-ribbons under her chin fumbled awkwardly and trembled. Beatrice would have given a good deal at that moment to know just what Keith Cameron was thinking; and she was in a blind rage with herself to think that it mattered to her what he thought.
When he lifted his hat she only nodded curtly. She mimicked every beast and bird she could think of on the way home, to wipe him and his horse from the memory of Dorman, whose capacity for telling things best left untold was simply marvelous.
It is saying much for Beatrice's powers of entertainment that Dorman quite forgot to say anything about Mr. Cameron and his pony, and chattered to his auntie and grandmama about kitties up in a tree, and lost lambs and sleepy birds, until he was tucked into bed that night. It was not until then that Beatrice felt justified in drawing a long breath. Not that she cared whether any one knew of her meeting Keith Cameron, only that her mother would instantly take alarm and preach to her about the wickedness of flirting; and Beatrice was not in the mood for sermons.
CHAPTER 9. What It Meant to Keith.
โDick, I wish you'd tell me about this leasing business. There are points which I don't understand.โ Beatrice leaned over and smoothed Rex's sleek shoulder with her hand.
โWhat do you want to understand it for? The thing is done now. We've got the fence-posts strung, and a crew hired to set them.โ
โYou needn't snap your words like that, Dick. It doesn't matterโonly I was wondering why Mr. Cameron acted so queer yesterday when I told him about it.โ
โYou told Keith? What did he say?โ
โHe didn't say anything. He just looked things.โ
โWhere did you see him?โ Dick wanted to know.
โWell, dear me! I don't see that it matters where I saw him. You're getting as inquisitive as mama. If you think it concerns you, why, I met him accidentally when I was fishing with Dorman. He was coming to see you, but you were gone, so he stopped and talked for a few minutes. Was there anything so strange about that? And I told him you were leasing the Pine Ridge country, and he lookedโwell, peculiar. But he wouldn't say anything.โ
โWell, he had good reason for looking peculiar. But you needn't have told him I did it, Trix. Lay that at milord's door, where it belongs. I don't want Keith to blame me.โ
โBut why should he blame anybody? It isn't his land, is it?โ
โNo, it isn't. Butโyou see, Trix, it's this way: A man goes somewhere and buys a ranchโor locates on a claimโand starts into the cattle business. He may not own more than a few hundred acres of land, but if he has much stock he needs miles of prairie country, with water, for them to range on. It's an absolute necessity, you see. He takes care to locate where there is plenty of public land that is free to anybody's cattle.
โTake the Pool outfit, for instance. We don't own land enough to feed one-third of our cattle. We depend on government land for range for them. The Cross outfit is the same, only Keith's is on a smaller scale. He's got to have range outside his own land, which is mostly hay land. This part of the State is getting pretty well settled up with small ranchers, and then the sheep men keep crowding in wherever they can get a showโand sheep will starve cattle to death; they leave a range as bare as a prairie-dog town. So there's only one good bit of range left around here, and that's the Pine Ridge country, as it's called. That's our main dependence for winter range; and now when this drought has struck us, and everything is drying up, we've had to turn all our cattle down there on account of water.
โEver since I took charge of the Pool, Keith and I threw in together and used the same range, worked our crews together, and fought the sheepmen together. There was a time when they tried to gobble the Pine Ridge range, but it didn't go. Keith and I made up our minds that we needed it worse than they didโand we got it. Our punchers had every sheep herder bluffed out till there wasn't a mutton-chewer could keep a bunch of sheep on that range over-night.
โNow, this lease law was made by stockmen, for stockmen. They can lease land from the government, fence itโand they've got a cinch on it as long as the lease lasts. A cow outfit can corral a heap of range that way. There's the trick of leasing every other section or so, and then running a fence around the whole chunk; and that's what the Pool has done to the Pine Ridge. But you mustn't repeat that, Trix.
โMilord wasn't long getting on to the leasing graft; in fact, it turns out the company got wind of it over in England, and sent him over here to see what
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