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side of the herd, out of temptation; queer a man never runs from a woman until it is too late to be a particle of use. Keith simply changed his point of view, and watched his Heart's Desire from afar.





CHAPTER 5. The Search for Dorman.

โ€œOh, I say,โ€ began Sir Redmond, an hour after, when he happened to stand close to Beatrice for a few minutes, โ€œwhere is Dorman? I fancied you brought him along.โ€

โ€œWe didn't,โ€ Beatrice told him. โ€œHe only rode as far as the gate, where Dick left him, and started him back to the house.โ€

โ€œMary told me he came along. She and your mother were congratulating each other upon a quiet half-day, with you and Dorman off the place together. I'll wager their felicitations fell rather flat.โ€

Beatrice laughed. โ€œVery likely. I know they were mourning because their lace-making had been neglected lately. What with that trip to Lost Canyon to-morrow, and to the mountains Friday, I'm afraid the lace will continue to suffer. What do you think of a round-up, Sir Redmond?โ€

โ€œIt's deuced nasty,โ€ said he. โ€œSuch a lot of dust and noise. I fancy the workmen don't find it pleasant.โ€

โ€œYes, they do; they like it,โ€ she declared. โ€œDick says a cowboy is never satisfied off the range. And you mustn't call them workmen, Sir Redmond. They'd resent it, if they knew. They're cowboys, and proud of it. They seem rather a pleasant lot of fellows, on the whole. I have been talking to one or two.โ€

โ€œWell, we're all through here,โ€ Dick announced, riding up. โ€œI'm going to ride around by Keith's place, to see a horse I'm thinking of buying. Want to go along, Trix? Or are you tired?โ€

โ€œI'm never tired,โ€ averred his sister, readjusting a hat-pin and gathering up her reins. โ€œI always want to go everywhere that you'll take me, Dick. Consider that point settled for the summer. Are you coming, Sir Redmond?โ€

โ€œI think not, thank you,โ€ he said, not quite risen above his rebuff of the morning. โ€œI told Mary I would be back for lunch.โ€

โ€œI was wiser; I refused even to venture an opinion as to when I should be back. Well, 'so-long'!โ€

โ€œYou're learning the lingo pretty fast, Trix,โ€ Dick chuckled, when they were well away from Sir Redmond. โ€œMilord almost fell out of the saddle when you fired that at him. Where did you pick it up?โ€

โ€œI've heard you say it a dozen times since I came. And I don't care if he is shockedโ€”I wanted him to be. He needn't be such a perfect bear; and I know mama and Miss Hayes don't expect him to lunch, without us. He just did it to be spiteful.โ€

โ€œJerusalem, Trix! A little while ago you said he was a dear! You shouldn't snub him, if you want him to be nice to you.โ€

โ€œI don't want him to be nice,โ€ flared Beatrice. โ€œI don't care how he acts. Only, I must say, ill humor doesn't become him. Not that it matters, however.โ€

โ€œWell, I guess we can get along without him, if he won't honor us with his company. Here comes Keith. Brace up, sis, and be pleasant.โ€

Beatrice glanced casually at the galloping figure of Dick's neighbor, and frowned.

โ€œYou mustn't flirt with Keith,โ€ Dick admonished gravely. โ€œHe's a good fellow, and as square a man as I know; but you ought to know he's got the reputation of being a hard man to know. Lots of girls have tried to flirt and make a fool of him, and wound up with their feelings hurt worse than his were.โ€

โ€œIs that a dare?โ€ Beatrice threw up her chin with a motion Dick knew of old.

โ€œNot on your life! You better leave him alone; one or the other of you would get the worst of it, and I'd hate to see either of you feeling bad. As I said before, he's a bad man to fool with.โ€

โ€œI don't consider him particularly dangerousโ€”or interesting. He's not half as nice as Sir Redmond.โ€ Beatrice spoke as though she meant what she said, and Dick had no chance to argue the point, for Keith pulled up beside them at that moment.

Beatrice seemed inclined to silence, and paid more attention to the landscape than she did to the conversation, which was mostly about range conditions, and the scanty water supply, and the drought.

She was politely interested in Keith's ranch, and if she clung persistently to her society manner, why, her society manner was very pleasing, if somewhat unsatisfying to a fellow fairly drunk with her winsomeness. Keith showed her where she might look straight up the coulee to her brother's ranch, two miles away, and when she wished she might see what they were doing up there, he went in and got his field-glass. She thanked him prettily, and impersonally, and focused the glass upon Dick's houseโ€”which gave Keith another chance to look at her without being caught in the act.

โ€œHow plain everything is! I can see mama, out on the porch, and Miss Hayes.โ€ She could also see Sir Redmond, who had just ridden up, and was talking to the ladies, but she did not think it necessary to mention him, for some reason; she kept her eyes to the glass, however, and appeared much absorbed. Dick rolled himself a cigarette and watched the two, and there was a twinkle in his eyes.

โ€œI wonderโ€”Dick, I do thinkโ€”I'm afraidโ€”โ€ Beatrice hadn't her society manner now; she was her unaffected, girlish self; and she was growing excited.

โ€œWhat's the matter?โ€ Dick got up, and came and stood at her elbow.

โ€œThey're acting queerly. The maids are running about, and the cook is out, waving a large spoon, and mama has her arm around Miss Hayes, and Sir Redmond.โ€

โ€œLet's see.โ€ Dick took the glass and raised it to his eyes for a minute. โ€œThat's right,โ€ he said. โ€œThey're making medicine over something. See what you make of it, Keith.โ€

Keith took the glass and looked through it. It was like a moving picture; one could see, but one wanted the interpretation of sound.

โ€œWe'd better ride over,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œDon't worry, Miss Lansell; it probably isn't anything serious. We can take the short cut up the coulee, and find out.โ€ He put the glass into its leathern case and started to the gate, where the horses were standing. He did not tell Beatrice that Miss Hayes had just been carried into the house in a faint, or that her mother was behaving in an undignified fashion strongly suggesting hysterics. But Dick knew, from the look on his face, that it was serious. He hurried before them with long strides, leaving Beatrice, for the second time that morning, to the care of his neighbor.

So it was Keith who held his hand down for the delicious pressure of her foot, and arranged her habit with

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