Livingstone. "It is too warm to stand
still. We will ride back slowly."
"Aunty----" began the girl, and then, as Garman moved his horse toward
her, she bowed her head and pulled her mount away from Garman's. "Very
well, aunty," she said nervously, and there was relief in her bearing
as she drew away from Garman.
This time, as she cantered away she looked back. And in her eyes was a
look of appeal, and a promise that she would come again.
XX
"How about Willy High Pockets--or Tiger?" demanded Higgins the instant
the ladies were out of hearing.
"Payne," said Garman, instantly dropping his air of affectation and
becoming the business man, "you've made a mistake in picking a chief
assistant with red hair. Damn it, man, don't you know it's a sign of
hot-headedness. Keep 'em down--foremen, crew handlers, perhaps; but as
executives, never!"
The veins were swelling in Higgins' thick neck and his face rivaled his
fiery poll in redness. He came toward Garman with quick, eager steps.
"Hey, Hig!" laughed Payne. "Are you going to prove that he's right?"
"I came to see you about that Indian, Payne," said Garman, dismissing
Higgins emphatically. "Not that I'm interested personally. Others
are. Didn't he come back to you?"
"No."
"You haven't seen him since?"
"No.
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