I've got to be
there. Take your jackknife and cut what won't come loose.
Really, I mean it, Mr. Imsen."
"I was under the impression that my name is Grant--to friends."
"My name is 'Dennis,' if I don't beat that freight," she retorted
curtly. "Take your knife and give me a hair cut--quick! I can do
it a different way, and cover up the place."
"Oh, all right--but it's a shame to leave a nice bunch of hair
like this hanging on a bush."
"Tell me, what were you doing up here, Grant? And what are you
going to do now? We haven't much time, and we've been fooling
when we should have been discussing 'ways and means.'"
"Well, I got up early, and someone took a shot at me again. This
time he clipped my hat-brim." He took off his hat, and showed
her where the brim had a jagged tear half an inch deep. "I
ducked, and made up my mind I'd get him this time, or know the
reason why. So I rode up the other way and back behind the
orchard, and struck the grade below the Point o' Rocks, and so
came up here hunting him.
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