Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-17

Dut not Oh inc knO can % OF any
help at, fear"
McCloud smiled. I'VE are certainly
short of help"
Dicksie brought her horses head
around. She felt again Of the S1rth
as she replied: mot such as I can
supply, I'm afraid" And with tha
words she stepped away. as IL prepare
ing to mount.
McC1oud interviewed. II hope You
won't go away without resting your
horse. The sun is so hot. Mayn't \
offer you some sont of refreshmentT1
Dicksie Dunning thought not.
The sun is very warm" persisted
McCloud.
Dicksie smoothed her gauntlet In
the assured manner natural to her
Il am pretty we'll used to IT. !,
But McCloud held on. Several cara
of fruit were destroyed in the wreck.
can offer you any quantity Of grapes
crates Of them are spelling over
>there-and pears"
con-"
and have cooled water in the car.
l hope you won't refuse that, so far
out in the desert"
Dicksie laughed little. do you
call this far? 1 don't; and I don't
call this desert by any means. Thank
you ever SO much for the water, but
I'm not in the least thirsty"
ut was kind of you even to think
Of extending help. l wish you would
let me send some fruit over to your
ranch. 1t is only spelling here" \
Dicksie stroked the neck Of her
horse. 1T Is about 1S miles to the
ranch house,"
II don't call that far"
ooh, 1t isn't" che returned, hastily.
processing not to notice the look that
went with the words, except for per.
ishable things!" Then, as II acknowi.
edging her disadvantage. she added.
swinging her bride rein around: 81
am under obligations for the offer. 1ust
the same"
"At least, won't you let your horse
drink?" McCloud threw the force Of
an appeal into his words, and Dieksis
stopped her preparations and an.
peared to waver.
Jim Is pretty thirsty. I suppose.
Have you plenty Of water?"
"A tender full. Had I better lead
him down while you wait up on the
hill in the shade?"
Cant ride him down." y
1T would be pretty rough riding
"Oh, Jim goes anywhere" she said.
with her attractive indifference to sit,
uations. IT you don't mind helnins
me mount"
with pleasure"
She stood waiting for his hand aaa
McCloud stood. not knowing just what
to do. She glanced at him expectant-
y. The sun grew intensely hot.
''You will have to show me how
h. stammered at last.
Don't you know?"
He mentally cursed the technical
education that left him helpless at
such a moment, but it was useless to
pretend. Frankly, don't"
"Just give me your hand. oh. not
in that way! But never mind, I'll
walk" she suggested, catching up her
skirt
THE rocks will cut your boots all
to pieces. Suppose you tell me what
to do this once." he said, assuming
some confidence. 'T'n never forget"
why, II you will just give me your
hand for my foot, can manage. you
know"
He did not know, but she lifted her
skirt graciously. and her crushed boot
rested easily for moment In his
hand. She rose in the air above him
before he could we'll comprehend. He
felt the quick spring from his sup,
porting hand, and 1t was an instant Of
exhilaration. Then she balanced her.
self with a flushed laugh In the sad,
die. and he guided her ahead among
the loose rocks. the horse nosing az:
his elbow as they picked their way.
Crossing the track, they gained bet
ter ground. AS they reached the
switch and passed a box car, Jim
SHE'D, and Dicksie spoke sharply to
him. McCloud turned.
In the shade of the car lay the
tramp.
THAT man lying there frightened
him." explained Dicks.e. "oh." she
exclaimed, suddenly. "he has been
hurt!" She turned away her head. els
that the man who was in the wreck?"
YES"
do something for him. He must
be suffering terribly"
"The men gave him some water
awhile ago, and when We moved him
into the shade we thought he was
dead"
HE isn't dead yeti" Dieksie's face.
still averted, had grown white. II
saw him move. Can't you do some.
thing for him?"
She refined up at q little distance,
McCloud bent over the man q. mo-
ment and spoke to him. When he rose
he called to the men on the track.
You are right" he said, reforming
Dicksie; The is very much alive, His
name is Wickwire; he is q cowboy.s
"A cowboy!"
"A tramp cowboy"
What can you do with himfs
I'll have the men put him In the
caboose and send him to Barnhardt,a
hospital at Medicine Bend when the
engine comes back. He may live yet. q
/" he does, he can thank you for IT,
Go be continued.A
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