She hesitated, looked doubtfully at
Kelly, who stood waiting stoically, and turned to her saddle. She untied
a bundle and went quickly over to him.
"You--I don't want my lunch, after all. I'm going home now. I--I want
you to take it, please. There are some sandwiches--with veal loaf, that
Looey Sam makes deliciously--and some cake. I--I wish it was more. I
know you'll like the veal loaf."
Kelly looked down at her, and God knows what thoughts were in his mind.
He did not answer her with words; he just swallowed hard.
"Poor devil!" was what Keith said to himself, and the gun he was
holding threatened, for a minute, to wing a cloud.
Beatrice laid the package in Kelly's unresisting hand, looked up into
his averted face and said simply: "Good-by, Mr. Kelly."
After that she hurried Rex up the steep ridge much faster than she had
gone down it, endangering his bones and putting herself very empty
lunged.
At the top of the ridge Keith stopped and looked down.
"Hi, Kelly!"
Kelly showed that he heard.
"Here's your gun, on this rock. You can come up and get it, if you want
to. And--say! I've got a few broke horses ranging down here somewhere.
VN brand, on left shoulder. I won't scour the hills, very bad, if I
should happen to miss a cayuse. So long!"
Kelly waved his hand for farewell.
CHAPTER 13
Keith's Masterful Wooing.
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