Part 87 (2/2)

When they reached Saxon's field, which they had learned was the property of Redwood Thompson, they tied the horses and entered it on foot. The hay, just cut, was being raked by Thompson, who hallo'd a greeting to them. It was a cloudless, windless day, and they sought refuge from the sun in the woods beyond. They encountered a dim trail.

”It's a cow trail,” Billy declared. ”I bet they's a teeny pasture tucked away somewhere in them trees. Let's follow it.”

A quarter of an hour later, several hundred feet up the side of the spur, they emerged on an open, gra.s.sy s.p.a.ce of bare hillside. Most of the hundred and forty, two miles away, lay beneath them, while they were level with the tops of the three knolls. Billy paused to gaze upon the much-desired land, and Saxon joined him.

”What is that?” she asked, pointing toward the knolls. ”Up the little canyon, to the left of it, there on the farthest knoll, right under that spruce that's leaning over.”

What Billy saw was a white scar on the canyon wall.

”It's one on me,” he said, studying the scar. ”I thought I knew every inch of that land, but I never seen that before. Why, I was right in there at the head of the canyon the first part of the winter. It's awful wild. Walls of the canyon like the sides of a steeple an' covered with thick woods.”

”What is it?” she asked. ”A slide?”

”Must be--brought down by the heavy rains. If I don't miss my guess--”

Billy broke off, forgetting in the intensity with which he continued to look.

”Hilyard'll sell for thirty an acre,” he began again, disconnectedly.

”Good land, bad land, an' all, just as it runs, thirty an acre. That's forty-two hundred. Payne's new at real estate, an' I'll make 'm split his commission an' get the easiest terms ever. We can re-borrow that four hundred from Gow Yum, an' I can borrow money on my horses an'

wagons--”

”Are you going to buy it to-day?” Saxon teased.

She scarcely touched the edge of his thought. He looked at her, as if he had heard, then forgot her the next moment.

”Head work,” he mumbled. ”Head work. If I don't put over a hot one--”

He started back down the cow trail, recollected Saxon, and called over his shoulder:

”Come on. Let's hustle. I wanta ride over an' look at that.”

So rapidly did he go down the trail and across the field, that Saxon had no time for questions. She was almost breathless from her effort to keep up with him.

”What is it?” she begged, as he lifted her to the saddle.

”Maybe it's all a joke--I'll tell you about it afterward,” he put her off.

They galloped on the levels, trotted down the gentler slopes of road, and not until on the steep descent of Wild Water canyon did they rein to a walk. Billy's preoccupation was gone, and Saxon took advantage to broach a subject which had been on her mind for some time.

”Clara Hastings told me the other day that they're going to have a house party. The Hazards are to be there, and the Halls, and Roy Blanchard....”

She looked at Billy anxiously. At the mention of Blanchard his head had tossed up as to a bugle call. Slowly a whimsical twinkle began to glint up through the cloudy blue of his eyes.

”It's a long time since you told any man he was standing on his foot,”

she ventured slyly.

Billy began to grin sheepishly.

”Aw, that's all right,” he said in mock-lordly fas.h.i.+on. ”Roy Blanchard can come. I'll let 'm. All that was a long time ago. Besides, I 'm too busy to fool with such things.”

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