at the sunlight was swimming
through the close dusk of the place. But the girl of Moonstone Canon,
reining Boyar round, was real, and she smiled and nodded a greeting.
"This is Mr. Stone, my uncle," she said. "He wants to talk with you."
With a glance that noted each unlovely detail of the place, the broken
iron bed, the cracked pitcher, and the unspeakable blankets, Louise
touched her pony and was gone.
Collie rubbed his eyes, blinking in the sun as he stood gazing after
her.
Walter Stone, standing near the doorway, noted the lad's clear, healthy
skin, his well-shaped head with its tumble of wavy black hair, and the
luminous dark eyes. He felt an instant sympathy for the boy, a sympathy
that he masked with a business-like brusqueness. "Well, young man?"
"Yes, sir."
"Come outside. It's vile in there."
Stone led his pony to the north side of the "coop."
Collie followed.
Away to the west he saw the hazy peaks. A lake of burning air pulsed
above the flat, hot floor of the valley. Over there lay the hills and
the shade and the road.... Somewhere beyond was Overland, his friend,
penniless, hunted, hungry....
"She brung you?" queried the boy.
"Yes. I have seen Tenlow, the sheriff. He is willing to let you go at my
request. What do you intend doing, now that you are free?"
"I don' know. Find Red, I guess."
Walter Stone nodded. "What then?"
"Oh, stick it out with Red. They'll be after him sure now. Red's my
pal."
"What has he done to get the police after him?"
"Nothin'. It's the bunch."
"The bunch?"
"Uhuh. Them guys out on the Mojave. But say, are you workin' me to get
next to Red and get him pinched again?"
"No. You don't have to answer me. This man Red is nothing to me, one way
or the other. He took Miss Lacharme's pony, but she has overlooked that.
I thought, perhaps, you might care to explain your position. Perhaps you
had rather not. You may go now if you wish."
"Is that straight?"
"Yes."
For several tense seconds the lad gazed at his questioner. Finally his
gaze shifted to the hills. "I guess you're straight," he said presently.
"I guess she wouldn't have you for a relation if you wasn't straight."
The elder man laughed. "That's right--she wouldn't, young man."
"How's the sheriff guy?" asked the boy.
"He's getting along well enough. What made you ask?"
"Oh, nothin'. I hate to see any guy get hurt."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. I begin to think you are a big
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