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bing benches and coulees, began to converge upon them. First came Kathleen French, a dark-haired, blue-eyed girl sitting astride a slashing, blaze-faced sorrel, and following her, her three brothers, Blake, Gerald and Lawrence, the latter leading the pony which had evaded Faith Winton. The pony had come in, it appeared, with the saddle twisted down under its belly and kicked to flinders, and the Frenches had united in blaming Larry, the youngest, who had given Faith the pony and saddled it for her. "And lucky for you she wasn't hurt," Blake told him. He was a big, powerfully built man, with a heavy, florid face which was already beginning to show signs of the life he led. "If she'd been smashed up you'd have got yours." Larry, a rangy, hawk-faced youngster, eyed his brother insolently. "I would, hey! Well, not from you, and you can make a note of that." "Shut up!" said the sister. "Quit your scrapping. We may as well be drifting. Climb up on this pony, Faith." Faith Winton held out her hand. "Good-by, Angus Mackay. And thank you so much for finding me, and for the ride, and for the doughnuts." Young Mackay shook hands limply. "That is all right," he said, embarrassed. But Kathleen French was reminded of an omission. "We're a nice lot!" she exclaimed. "Not one of us has thanked him for looking after Faith. Well _I_ do, anyway. It was good of you, Angus Mackay." "Oh, sure," Gerald French concurred carelessly. Not so heavily built as his brother Blake, he was as tall and finer drawn. His face was oval, his eyes dark and lazy, and his voice a drawl. "Thanks, Mackay." "Ditto," said young Larry. Blake French, reaching into his pocket pulled out a roll of currency and stripped off a bill. "No, no, Cousin Blake!" Faith Winton exclaimed, but he held it out to the boy. "Here you are, Mackay. That's better than thanks. I guess you can use it." But the boy made no movement to take the money. "I was not bringing her home for money, nor for thanks either," he said uncompromisingly. Blake laughed loudly. "I never heard of a Mackay refusing money." The boy scowled at him. "There will be other things you have not heard of," he said coldly. Blake French stared at him, and laughed again. "Well, give him a kiss, Faith. Maybe that's what he'd like. Or has he had it?" "Cousin Blake, you're horrid!" the girl cried indignantly. "The kid isn't used to talk like that, Blake," Kathleen told him. "Have som
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