The Sheriff's Son
Asks Qu
he house with Brad Charlton just as the buggy stopped
o,
eet." The girl introduc
him with frank curiosity. He had just been hearing a lot ab
id he say about the win
nk it over," a
s Roy talked with Charlton he heard what the ot
ing, Ned?" th
ntin' s
to-n
kon
ow? This will be the third night you've
warning look in the
en the express company robbers for whom a reward was out. She tried to dismiss the suspicion from her mind, for the fear of it was like a leaden weight at her heart. But many little things contributed to the dread. Rutherford had sent her just at that time to spend the week at Battle Butte. Had it been to get her out of the way? She remembered that her father had made to her no explana
ou're a fine lot-all of you. I'd like to wash my hands clean of the
s before the porch. He admired this frank, forthright sister who blazed so handsomely i
you may be letting yourself in for
u worry about me, Ned. I travel at a good lic
into the saddle, the rowels of his spurs whirring as he vaulted. It was
. It was impossible for him to be contemptuous of Charlton. The man was too virile, too game fo
was going to marry her. Then, too, he had spoken of this high-spirited girl as if she were a colt to be broken and he the man to wield the whip. Her r
A stranger had not the least right to interfere while the brother of the girl was present. Roy did not pursue the point any further. He di
e whisperings. Even a fool would have understood that he was not a welcome guest at the horse ranch, and that his presence was tolerated only because here the boys could keep an eye on him. He was under surveillance. That was plain. He had st
f the books she read told the truth, the world was full of gentle, kindly people who lived within the law and respected each other's rights. Why was it in her horoscope to be an outcast? Why must she look at everybody with bitterness and push friendship from her lest it turn to po
l and went out to the garden to get some radishes and lettuce. On the way she had to pass the corral. Her brother Hal, Slim Sanders, and Cherokee Street were ropin
stamped into the sweat pad. The letters were "R.B." The owner of the hat called himself Cherokee Street. Why, then, should he have thes
come to get evidence against he
or facts to convict them. To hear the shout of his gay laughter as a calf upset him in the dust was added fuel to the fire of her anger. If he had looked
e shirt open at the throat. Flowing muscles rippled under the white skin of his forearms as he vaulted the
py. Beulah har
eld it out to him upside down, the leather pad li
the initials, he was puzzled at her stiffness. Then his heart lost a beat and h
at, isn't it,
rom her, put it on,
could find no answer to the charge that she had fixed upo
d her father reading
ad," she said. "I can tell you who this man
p quickly. "You mea
n't. His name isn't C
o you
in it. I gave him a chance to explain and he only stammered an
. The man is a spy." The ranchman lit a
he spying
sing around about that robbery. Some folks think it
erford gang?
nsive. "Sho, Boots! That's just a way folks have of talking. We've got our
e him, her eyes fixed in his. "Do th
if they do-not where I can h
she flun
y, even when she was a small child, to fling herself headlong at difficulties
Did you?" h
d Uncle Buck-and Brad
he contradicted himself. "No, you'd better mind your own busin
ess if my kin go to the peni
, I give you my word that none of us Rutherfords have
t know wh
least idea-no
e her father had kept from her secrets of the f
detective. He can find out nothin
o down at Battle Butte, for instance. Get a little more evidence and the wrong kind of a jury would send him up for it. No,
reet that he is not wante
would come in his place. We'll keep him here whe
he fellow. It's not decent to sit at table with a ma
ave him to us. We'll hang up his pelt
on't m
rawl out of the park like a whipped
Miss Beulah, do you want that me
dad, I took a snapshot of Mr. Tighe on his porch. I'll deve
tter we were discussing. Act like you've for
l nodde