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The black lashes flicked downward once, but she did not turn her face to
him. The colour deepened in her throat and mounted to her cheeks, and
her bosom rose and fell more rapidly.
Then slowly she turned her face to his, and her level gaze searched him,
unafraid. But not for long this time. Down drooped the black lashes till
they seemed to have been drawn with pen and India ink on her smooth
brown cheeks; and they screened a light that caused his heart to bound
with expectation that was half of hope.
Her red lips moved. "Wait!" she whispered.
His arms fell to his sides. "You--you won't hear me!"
"No--not now."
"You know what I'm trying so hard to say. It means so much to me. It's
hard for a man to say the one word which he knows will make him or break
him for all time to come. He'd rather--he'd rather just hope on blindly,
I guess, than to speak when he can't guess how the woman feels.
Must--must I say it--right out, Jessamy?"
"No, my friend, don't say it."
"Is there anything that stands between us?"
"Yes. But don't ask what."
"Then you don't love me!"
Her red lips quivered. "I said for you to wait," she told him softly.
"Why should I wait? For what? I know myself. I'm grown. I know that I--"
"Don't!" she interrupted. "Wait!" And she leaned in the saddle and swung
White Ann away from him.
"Let's ride back home," she said. "You'll stay to supper? The moon will
be bright for your ride home later. I'll make you a cherry pie!"
CHAPTER XXI
"WHEN WE MEET AGAIN!"
It will be necessary to return to the day that Chuck Allegan and Obed
Pence met on the ridge beyond the Old Ivison Place, and rode together to
the hiding place of the Poison Oakers' moonshine still.
Obed Pence continued to lie prone in the mouth of the cave, while his
close-set eyes angrily watched the progress of Old Man Selden and his
son Bolar through the chaparral.
As the continued crawling of the coming pair brought them nearer to the
retreat Obed Pence withdrew his lank figure into the shadowy cave; and
he and his companion endeavoured to appear innocent and unconcerned.
Then when Old Man Selden and the boy reached the opening and stood
erect, Obed appeared at the mouth again and greeted them with a
matter-of-fact:
"Hello, there!"
"Why, howdy, Obed," returned Adam Selden. "Didn't know ye was here.
Who's with ye?"
"I reckon you see our horses down in Clinker Cañon," returned Obed in
trouble-hunting tones. "And you know every horse between Red Mountain
an' the Gap."
"Yea, me and Bolar thought we saw a couple o' animals through the trees.
But we hit the ground farther up the creekbed, and come in slonchways.
Thought maybe one o' the brutes was Chuck's."
Obed Pence snorted softly, but did not add more fuel to an argument
along this line.
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