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ngling gayly. Knowles followed him, shaking his head. The girl had been gazing at Ashton with an expression that varied from sympathetic commiseration to contemptuous pity. As her adopted father and Gowan mounted, she rode over to them. "Go on," she said. "I'll overtake you as soon as I've watered my hawss." "You're not going to speak to that kettle of mush again, Miss Chuckie," remonstrated Gowan. "Yes, I am, Kid, and you know you wouldn't stop me if you could. He needs it. I'm glad you smashed his pistol. A rifle is not so handy." Knowles stared over the bushes at the huddled figure on the ground. "Look here, Chuckie, you can't mean that?" "Yes," she insisted. "He is ready to do it right now, unless someone throws him a rope and hauls him out of the slough." "Lot of fuss over a tenderfoot you never saw before today," grumbled Gowan. "That's not like you, Kid," she reproached. "Besides, you don't want the trouble of digging a grave. It would have to be deep, to keep out the coyotes. Daddy, you're forgetting the veal." "So I am," agreed the cowman. "Ride on, Kid. You'll be carrying most weight." The puncher reluctantly wheeled his horse and started down the bank of the dry stream. Knowles unfastened the hind quarters of veal from behind the cantle of his saddle, lifted them into a fork of one of the low trees, and rode off after Gowan, folding up his blood-stained slicker. The girl at once slipped from her pony and walked quietly around to the drooping, despairing man. "Mr. Ashton," she softly began, "they have gone. I have stayed to find out if there is anything I can do." She paused for him to reply. His shoulders quivered, but he remained silent. She went on soothingly: "You are all unstrung. The shock was too sudden. It must have been a terrible one! Won't you tell me about it? Perhaps that will make you feel better." "As if anything could when I am ruined, utterly ruined!" he moaned. "But how? Please tell me," she urged. Slowly he raised his haggard face and looked up at her. There could be no question but that she was full of sincere sympathy and concern for him. Her eyes shone upon him with all the motherly tenderness that any good woman, however young, has in her heart for those who suffer. "It's all in this--this letter," he muttered brokenly. "Expected my remittance in it--Got ruin! ruin!" "It had been opened," suggested the girl. "Perhaps those who took your outfit a
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