"
"Hold on there!" cried Tenlow, striding forward. Louise stood between
the deputy and the car.
"My horse, please," she said quietly. As she spoke the car roared,
jumped forward, and shot down the smooth grade of the valley road.
"Now, Mr. Tenlow, I wish you would explain this to me. And then to Uncle
Walter. I sent one of our men with a horse. He was to wait for me here.
What right have you to interfere with him?"
"I guess I got as much right as you have to interfere with me," said
Tenlow sullenly.
"Hold on there!" cried Collie, jumping forward.
"Collie, I'll talk with him."
"Take my horse, Miss Louise," said Collie, flushing.
"No, indeed. I'll ride Sarko."
"I'll get him," said Collie.
"No. Mr. Tenlow will get him, I am sure."
"A woman can make any deal look smooth--if she is interested," said
Tenlow, turning toward the brush. He came out leading the pony.
"Thank you. Collie, you may get the mail, please."
Collie stood watching her as she rode away. Then with much deliberation
he tied his own pony Apache to a clump of greasewood. He unbuckled his
belt and flung it, with gun and holster, to the ground.
"Now," he said, his face blazing white with suppressed anger.
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