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Vachell, Horace Annesley, 1861-1955

"Bunch Grass A Chronicle of Life on a Cattle Ranch"

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"Dad!"
"Well?"

"It's true, then?"
He smiled grimly.
"Yes--it's true. Get a move on you. Mr. Wells and I are going to have
a little talk."
She walked slowly towards the hut; then suddenly she turned, flying
back on nimble feet.
"Dad," she said quickly. "Mr. Wells will help us, if you ask him, if--
if _I_ ask him." She approached Jeff. "I told you that your duty
was to the State," she continued, "but I take that back. Do you hear?
Save Dad! I don't care what he has done to others, he's always been so
good to me. And if you will help us, I--I----"
"Sadie!"
Sillett's voice was very harsh.
"Yes, Dad."
"Leave us. Not a word, child. Go!"
She moved away, the tears trickling from her eyes. Nothing was said
till the door had closed behind her; then Jeff broke the silence, in a
voice with a strange rasp to it.
"I _will_ help you, Mr. Sillett."
Sillett thrust his weapon into his pocket, and came close to the
speaker, eyeing him attentively. An impartial observer might have
pronounced the younger man to be the defaulter.
"You'll help me--eh? How?"
"I can get you safe into Mexico.


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