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.She was breathing rather quickly and unevenly, and she seemed to be thinking very fast.When the worm, reaching the end, doubled out of sight, she started the hammock swinging and leaned back upon her cushions."You may tell him to come—I should like very much to see him," she said."And I am very much obliged to you for the service you have performed." She became very much interested in a magazine, and seemed to dismiss Dunk and the picture entirely from her mind.Dunk, after waiting till he was convinced she had no intention of saying more, went off to the stables to find a messenger for the telegram, telling himself on the way that Miss Della Whitmore was a very cool young person, and not as grateful as he would like her to be.The Little Doctor went immediately to find Chip, but that young man, who had been just inside the window and had heard every word, was not so easily found.He was down in the bunk house, thinking things.And when she did find him, near supper time, he was so utterly unapproachable that her courage and her patience failed together, and she did not mention the picture at all."Hello, Doctor!" It was a heartening voice, sounding very sweet to the ears of the Little Doctor just then.She turned eagerly, her arms still clasping Silver's neck.She had come down to the corral to feed him sugar and tell him what a very difficult young man his master was, and how he held her at arm's length with his manner, and yet was nice and friendly and sunny enough—like the sun shining on an iceberg.But human sympathy was within reach of her hand, and it was much more satisfying than the mute sympathy of a horse."Weary Willy Davidson, you don't know how glad I am to see you! As the sayin' is: 'Yuh think of angels an' their opposets ain't fur off.' I AM glad to see you.""Dirt and all?" grinned Weary, for he had ridden far in the heat, and was dust-grimed and travelworn.He pulled the saddle off Glory, also, travelworn and sweat-grimed, and gave him an affectionate slap of dismissal."I'd chance money you wasn't thinking of me," he said, pointedly."How is the old ranch, anyhow ? Splinter up, yet?""You must think I'm a feeble excuse for a doctor," retorted she."Of course he's up.He walks all around the house and yard with a cane; I promoted him from crutches yesterday.""Good shot! That was sure a bad foot he had on him, and I didn't know—What's he been putting in the time at? Making pictures—or love?""Pictures," said the Little Doctor, hastily, laying her cheek againstSilver's mane."I'd like to see him making love!""Yuh would?" said Weary, innocently, disregarding the irony of her tone."Well, if yuh ever do, I tell yuh right now you'll see the real thing.If he makes love like he does other things, there won't any female girldodge his loop, that's straight.What about the pictures?""Well, he drew a picture of J.G.sliding down the kitchen steps, before he was out of bed.And he made a picture of Dunk, that time Banjo bucked him off—you saw that happen, I suppose—and it was great! Dunk was standing on his head in front of his horse, but I can't show you it, because it blew out of the window and landed at Dunk's feet in the path, and he picked it up and tore it into little bits.And he doesn't play in Chip's yard any more.""He never did," grinned Weary."Dunk's a great hand to go around shooting off his mouth about things he's no business to buy into, and old Splinter let him down on his face once or twice.Chip can sure give a man a hard fall when he wants to, and not use many words, either.What little he does say generally counts."The Little Doctor's memory squirmed assentingly."It's the tone he uses," she said, reflectively."The way he can say 'yes,' sometimes—""You've bumped into that, huh? Bert Rogers lit into him with a tent peg once, for saying yes at him.They sure was busy for a few minutes.I just sat in the shade of a wagon wheel and laughed till I near cracked a rib.When they got through they laughed, too, and they played ten games uh pool together that night, and got—" Weary caught himself up suddenly."Pool ain't any gambling game," he hastened to explain."It's just knocking balls into the pockets, innocent like, yuh see.""Mr.Davidson, there's something I'd like to tell you about.Will you wait a few minutes more for your supper?""Sure," said Weary; wonderingly, and sat down upon the edge of the watering trough.The Little Doctor, her arms still around Silver's neck, told him all about "The Last Stand," and "The Spoils of Victory," and Chip, and Dunk, and herself.And Weary listened silently, digging little trenches in the hard soil with the rowels of his spurs, and, knowing Chip as he did, understanding the matter much better than did the Little Doctor."And he doesn't seem to know that I never meant to claim the picture as my work, and I can't explain while he acts so—oh, you know how he can act.And Dunk wouldn't have sold the picture if he had known Chip painted it, and it was wrong, of course, but I did so want Chip to have some real encouragement so he would make that his life work.YOU know he is fitted for something better than cow-punching.And now the picture has made a hit and brought a good price, and he must own it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]