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Helen hurriedly related the event of Beasley's call on her that afternoon and all that had occurred.

“Wal, the half-breed son-of-a-greaser!” ejaculated Carmichael, in utter confoundment. “He wanted you to marry him!”

“He certainly did. I must say it was a—a rather abrupt proposal.”

Carmichael appeared to be laboring with speech that had to be smothered behind his teeth. At last he let out an explosive breath.

“Miss Nell, I've shore felt in my bones thet I'm the boy slated to brand thet big bull.”

“Oh, he must have shot Roy. He left here in a rage.”

“I reckon you can coax it out of Roy. Fact is, all I could learn was thet Roy come in the saloon alone. Beasley was there, an' Riggs—”

“Riggs!” interrupted Helen.

“Shore, Riggs. He come back again. But he'd better keep out of my way.... An' Jeff Mulvey with his outfit. Turner told me he heard an argument an' then a shot. The gang cleared out, leavin' Roy on the floor. I come in a little later. Roy was still layin' there. Nobody was doin' anythin' for him. An' nobody had. I hold that against Turner. Wal, I got help an' packed Roy over to Widow Cass's. Roy seemed all right. But he was too bright an' talky to suit me. The bullet hit his lung, thet's shore. An' he lost a sight of blood before we stopped it. Thet skunk Turner might have lent a hand. An' if Roy croaks I reckon I'll—”

“Tom, why must you always be reckoning to kill somebody?” demanded Helen, angrily.

“'Cause somebody's got to be killed 'round here. Thet's why!” he snapped back.

“Even so—should you risk leaving Bo and me without a friend?” asked Helen, reproachfully.

At that Carmichael wavered and lost something of his sullen deadliness.

“Aw, Miss Nell, I'm only mad. If you'll just be patient with me—an' mebbe coax me.... But I can't see no other way out.”

“Let's hope and pray,” said Helen, earnestly. “You spoke of my coaxing Roy to tell who shot him. When can I see him?”

“To-morrow, I reckon. I'll come for you. Fetch Bo along with you. We've got to play safe from now on. An' what do you say to me an' Hal sleepin' here at the ranch-house?”

“Indeed I'd feel safer,” she replied. “There are rooms. Please come.”

“Allright. An' now I'll be goin' to fetch Hal. Shore wish I hadn't made you pale an' scared like this.”

About ten o'clock next morning Carmichael drove Helen and Bo into Pine, and tied up the team before Widow Cass's cottage.

The peach and apple-trees were mingling blossoms of pink and white; a drowsy hum of bees filled the fragrant air; rich, dark-green alfalfa covered the small orchard flat; a wood fire sent up a lazy column of blue smoke; and birds were singing sweetly.

Helen could scarcely believe that amid all this tranquillity a man lay perhaps fatally injured. Assuredly Carmichael had been somber and reticent enough to rouse the gravest fears.

Widow Cass appeared on the little porch, a gray, bent, worn, but cheerful old woman whom Helen had come to know as her friend.

“My land! I'm thet glad to see you, Miss Helen,” she said. “An' you've fetched the little lass as I've not got acquainted with yet.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Cass. How—how is Roy?” replied Helen, anxiously scanning the wrinkled face.

“Roy? Now don't you look so scared. Roy's 'most ready to git on his hoss an' ride home, if I let him. He knowed you was a-comin'. An' he made me hold a lookin'-glass for him to shave. How's thet fer a man with a bullet-hole through him! You can't kill them Mormons, nohow.”

She led them into a little sitting-room, where on a couch underneath a window Roy Beeman lay. He was wide awake and smiling, but haggard. He lay partly covered with a blanket. His gray shirt was open at the neck, disclosing bandages.

“Mornin'—girls,” he drawled. “Shore is good of you, now, comin' down.”

Helen stood beside him, bent over him, in her earnestness, as she greeted him. She saw a shade of pain in his eyes and his immobility struck her, but he did not seem badly off. Bo was pale, round-eyed, and apparently too agitated to speak. Carmichael placed chairs beside the couch for the girls.

“Wal, what's ailin' you this nice mornin'?” asked Roy, eyes on the cowboy.

“Huh! Would you expect me to be wearin' the smile of a fellar goin' to be married?” retorted Carmichael.

“Shore you haven't made up with Bo yet,” returned Roy.

Bo blushed rosy red, and the cowboy's face lost something of its somber hue.

“I allow it's none of your d—darn bizness if SHE ain't made up with me,” he said.

“Las Vegas, you're a wonder with a hoss an' a rope, an' I reckon with a gun, but when it comes to girls you shore ain't there.”

“I'm no Mormon, by golly! Come, Ma Cass, let's get out of here, so they can talk.”

“Folks, I was jest a-goin' to say thet Roy's got fever an' he oughtn't t' talk too much,” said the old woman. Then she and Carmichael went into the kitchen and closed the door.

Roy looked up at Helen with his keen eyes, more kindly piercing than ever.

“My brother John was here. He'd just left when you come. He rode home to tell my folks I'm not so bad hurt, an' then he's goin' to ride a bee-line into the mountains.”

Helen's eyes asked what her lips refused to utter.

“He's goin' after Dale. I sent him. I reckoned we-all sorta needed sight of thet doggone hunter.”

Roy had averted his gaze quickly to Bo.

“Don't you agree with me, lass?”

“I sure do,” replied Bo, heartily.

All within Helen had been stilled for the moment of her realization; and then came swell and beat of heart, and inconceivable chafing of a tide at its restraint.

“Can John—fetch Dale out—when the snow's so deep?” she asked, unsteadily.

“Shore. He's takin' two hosses up to the snow-line. Then, if necessary, he'll go over the pass on snow-shoes. But I bet him Dale would ride out. Snow's about gone except on the north slopes an' on the peaks.”

“Then—when may I—we expect to see Dale?”

“Three or four days, I reckon. I wish he was here now.... Miss Helen, there's trouble afoot.”

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