"Are you afraid she will contaminate me?" he asked. He was peering at her over the top of a newspaper.[Pg 158]"One thing," muttered Cairness.
Was he quite certain that the trail was of hostiles, and not of cow-boys or of other troops?
Lawton stopped. To forbid him swearing was to forbid him speech. He shuffled ahead in silence.
She was looking at them with such absorbed delight that she started violently when close behind her a voice she had not heard in four long, repressed years spoke with the well-remembered intonation: "He had better go to the farrier the first thing in the morning. I can't have him stove-up," and Cairness came out of the gate.
"I know that. But they don't like it, all the same. And I'll bet them cutaways riles them, too."In a moment there were only the four Englishmen in the corral.
"Well?" said the officer.The man did go underneath and bravely offered resistance. Cairness had the twofold strength of his wiry build and of his bull-dog race. But Lawton鈥攈e knew it was Lawton now鈥攚ould have been stronger yet, save that the three weeks' spree had told, and he was breathless.
Landor jumped up from his chair. "Felipa!" he cried. At first he was more shocked and sorry for her than angry with Brewster.Once when Felipa got out of the ambulance to tramp beside it, in the stinging snow whirls, and to start the thin blood in her veins, she had looked up into his blanket-swathed face, and laughed. "I wonder if you looked like that when you took me through this part of the world twenty years ago," she said.
"I dare say not," said Landor, his face growing black again; "they'll cover fifty or seventy-five miles a day. We can't do that, by a good deal. We couldn't even if those damned civilians would keep their distance ahead."Landor rode up to them and made inquiries for Foster.详情
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