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d." Sheila obeyed, pressing her lips tight, for she was afraid. However, his long, supple fingers closed over her wrist like steel and she got quickly and easily to her perch and clung nervously to him. "That's right. Put your arms round tight. Are you all fixed?" "Y--yes." "And comfortable?" "Y--yes, I think so." "We're off, then." They started on a quick, steady walk down the road. Once, Cosme loosened the six-shooter on his hip. He whistled incessantly through his teeth. Except for this, they were both silent. "Were you coming to Millings?" asked Sheila at last. She was of the world where silence has a certain oppressive significance. She was getting used to her peculiar physical position and found she did not have to cling so desperately. But in a social sense she was embarrassed. He was quite impersonal about the situation, which made matters easier for her. Now and then she suppressed a frantic impulse to giggle. "Yes, ma'am. To see you," he answered. "I never rightly thanked you." She saw the back of his neck flush and she blushed too, remembering his quickly diverted kiss which had left a smear of blood across her fingers. That had happened only a few days before, but they were long days. He too must have been well occupied. There was still a bruise on his temple. "I--I wasn't quite right in the head after those fellows had beat me up, and I kind of wanted to show you that I am something like a gentleman." "Have you been in Hidden Creek?" "Yes, ma'am. I was thinking of prospecting around. I meant to homestead over there. I like the country. But when it comes to settling down I get kind of restless. And usually I get into a mix-up that changes my intentions. So I'd about decided to go back down Arizona way and work.--Where are you going to stay in Hidden Creek?" he asked. "Where's your stuff?" "Mr. Thatcher has it in his wagon. I'm going to Miss Blake's ranch. She invited me." "Miss Blake? You mean the lady that wears pants? You don't mean it! Well, that's right amusing." He laughed. Sheila stirred angrily. "I can't see why it's amusing." He sobered at once. "Well, ma'am, maybe it isn't. No, I reckon it isn't. How long will you stay?" Sheila gave a big, sobbing sigh. "I don't know. If she likes me and if I'm happy, I'll stay there always." She added with a queer, dazed realization of the truth: "I've nowhere else to go." "Haven't you any--folks?" he asked. "No." "Got
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