Then she scrambled
from her hiding-place and hurried unobserved to her tent, where she
threw herself upon the blankets with a sound that was somehow very like
a sob.
When the breakfast of cold coffee and biscuits was finished the Texan
watched Endicott's clumsy efforts to roll a cigarette.
"Better get you a piece of twine to do it with, Win," he grinned; "you
sure are a long ways from home when it comes to braidin' a smoke. Saw
a cow-hand do it once with one hand. In a show, it was in Cheyenne,
an' he sure was some cowboy--in the show. Come out onto the flats one
day where the boys was breakin' a bunch of Big O Little O
horses--'after local colour,' he said." The Texan paused and grinned
broadly. "Got it too. He clum up into the middle of a wall-eyed
buckskin an' the doc picked local colour out of his face for two hours
where he'd slid along on it--but he could roll a cigarette with one
hand. There, you got one at last, didn't you? Kind of humped up in
the middle like a snake that's swallowed a frog, but she draws all
right, an' maybe it'll last longer than a regular one." He turned to
Alice who had watched the operation with interest.
"If you-all don't mind a little rough climbin', I reckon, you'd count
the view from the rim-rocks yonder worth seein'."
"Oh, I'd love it!" cried the girl, as she scrambled to her feet.
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