. Whispering Smith. okingdown the track. She stood beside the horse withone hand resting on her girdle. Around the handthat held the bridle her quirt lay coiled in thefolds of her glove, and, though seemingly un-decided as to what to do, her composure did notlessen. As she looked at the wreckage, a breath ofwind lifted the hair that curled around her mountain wind playing on her neck had left itbrown, and above, the pulse of her ride rose red>in her cheek. Was it a passenger wreck? Sheturned abruptly on McCloud to ask the eyes were brown, too, he saw, and a doubtassaile
. Whispering Smith. okingdown the track. She stood beside the horse withone hand resting on her girdle. Around the handthat held the bridle her quirt lay coiled in thefolds of her glove, and, though seemingly un-decided as to what to do, her composure did notlessen. As she looked at the wreckage, a breath ofwind lifted the hair that curled around her mountain wind playing on her neck had left itbrown, and above, the pulse of her ride rose red>in her cheek. Was it a passenger wreck? Sheturned abruptly on McCloud to ask the eyes were brown, too, he saw, and a doubtassailed him. Was she pretty ? Only a freight wreck, he answered. I thought if there were passengers hurt Icould send help from the ranch. Were you theconductor? Fortunately not. And no one was hurt? Only a tramp. We are burning the wreck toclear the track. From the divide it looked like a mountain onfire. Im sorry Mr. Sinclair is not here. Why, indeed, yes, so am I. Because I know him. You are one of his men,I presume. 26. And whom may I say the message is from? do- Dicksie Not exactly; but is there anything I can Oh, thank you, nothing, except that you mighttell him the pretty bay colt he sent over to us hassprung his shoulder. He will be sorry to hear it, Im sure. But we are doing everything possible for is going to make a perfectly lovely horse. And whom may I say the message is from ? Though disconcerted, McCloud was regaining hiswits. He felt perfectly certain there was no dan-ger, if she knew Sinclair and lived in the moun-tains, but that she would sometime find out he wasnot a conductor. When he asked his questionshe appeared slightly surprised and answeredeasily, Mr. Sinclair will know it is from DicksieDunning. McCloud knew her then. Every one knew Dick-sie Dunning in the high country. This was DicksieDunning of the great Crawling Stone ranch, mostwidely known of all the mountain ranches. Whilehis stupidity in not guessing her identity beforeoverwhelmed him, he resolv
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