But something--well, I get notions
about things sometimes. And I can't, somehow, feel just right
about him taking up this jumping business. I don't know why. I
guess it's just a feeling, because I can see you don't like him.
And the boys don't seem to, either, for some reason. I guess
it's because he won't let 'em get right after those fellows and
drive 'em off the ranch. They've been uneasy as they could be
all day." She sat down upon a rough stool just inside the door,
and looked up at him with troubled eyes. "And I'm getting it,
too--seems like I'd go all to pieces if I can't do SOMETHING!"
She sighed, and tried to cover the sigh with a laugh--which was
not, however, a great success. "I wish I could be as cool-headed
as Thomas," she said, with a tinge of petulance. "It don't seem
to worry him none!"
"What does he think of Baumberger? Is he going to let him take
the case and handle it to please himself?" Good Indian was
tapping his boot-toe thoughtfully upon the bottom step, and
glancing up now and then as a precaution against being overheard.
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