"
Good Indian twisted a wisp of mane in his fingers, and frowned
abstractedly.
"If you'll ride on slowly," he told her, at last straightening
the twisted lock, "I'll overtake you. I think I'd better see
that old Jezebel myself."
Secretly he was rather thankful for further action. He told the
boys when they fired questions at his hurried saddling that he
was going to take Miss Georgie home, and that he would be back
before long; in an hour, probably. Then he galloped down the
trail, and overtook her at the Point o' Rocks.
The sun was down, and the sky was a great, glowing mass of color.
Round the second turn of the grade they came upon Stanley,
walking with his hands thrust in his trousers pockets and
whistling softly to himself as if he were thinking deeply.
Perhaps he was glad to be let off so easily.
"Abandoning my claim," he announced, lightly as a man of his
prosaic temperament could speak upon such a subject. "Dern poor
placer mining down there, if yuh want to know!"
Good Indian scowled at him and rode on, because a woman rode
beside him.
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