"He's just perfectly stunning in that
outfit," thought Alice as she watched him disappear in the timbers.
"Oh, I don't know--sometimes I wish--" but the wish became confused
somehow with the sizzling of bacon. And with tight-pressed lips, she
got out the tin dishes.
"What's the matter, Win--steal a sheep?" asked the Texan as he paused,
blanket in hand, to regard Endicott.
"What?"
"What did _you_ catch hell for? You didn't imbibe no embalmin' fluid."
Endicott grinned and the cowboy finished rolling his blanket.
"Seems like we're in bad, some way. She didn't say nothin' much, but I
managed to gather from the way she looked right through the place where
I was standin' that I could be got along without for a spell. Her
interruptin' me right in the middle of a song to impart that I'd be'n
drinkin' kind of throw'd me under the impression that the pastime was
frowned on, but the minute I seen you comin' through the brush like you
was sneaking off at recess, I know'd you was included in the boycott
an' that lets the booze out. Seein's our conscience is clear, it must
be somethin' _she_ done that she's took umbrage at, as the feller says,
an' the best thing we can do is to overlook it. I don't know as I'd
advise tellin' her so, but we might just kind of blend into the scenery
onobtrusive 'til the thaw comes.
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