The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-05-30
CHAPTER lII-continued.

Glad to see you, Y.D.; honored to
have a visit from you, ma'am," he
said, as he. helped them from the DEM
Ocrat, and gave instructions for the
care Of their horses. Supper is wait
ing, and the men won't be ready for
some time"
Y.D. shook hands with Transley cor
daily. "Zen an me just thought we'd
run over and see how the wind blew"
he said. ''You got good spot here
for camp, Transley. But we won't
go in to supper just now. Let the
men eat first; always say the work
horses should be first at the barn.
Well, how's she goin'?
Fine" said Transley, "fine," but 1t
was evident his mind was divided.
He was glancing at Zen, who stood by
during the conversation.
Il must try and make your daugh-
ter at home," he continued. 81 allow
myself the luxury of a private tent,
and as you will be staying over night
1 will ask you to accept it for her."
But have my own tent with me,
in the democrat" said Zen. ''If you
will let the men pitch it under the
trees where can hear the water muir
muring in the night"
Who'd have thought it, from the
daughter of the practical Y.D. !"
Transley bantered. "All right, ma am,
but in the meantime take my tent
I'll get water, and there's a BASIN"
He already was leading the way.
Make yourself at hOme-Zen. May l
call you ZenT he added, in a lower
voice, as they left Y.D. at a distance.
Everybody calls, me Zen"
They were standing at the door of
the tent, he holding back the flap that
she might enter The valley was al
ready in shadow, and there was no
sunlight to play on her hair, but her
face and figure in the mellow dusk
seemed entirely winsome and adorable.
There was no faint of YD.'s millions
In the admiration that Transley bent
upon her. -. . OF course, as an
adjunct, the millions were not to be
despised.
When the men had finished supper
Transley summoned her On the way
to the chuck-wagon she passed close
to George Drazk. 1t was evident that
he had chosen station with that re-
suit in view. She had passed by when
she turned, whimsically.
"Well, George, how's that Pete
horse?" she said.
up an comm all the time, Zen,"
he answered.
She bit her lip over his familiarity.
but she had no comeback She had
given him the opening. by calling him
George"
You see, got quite well acquaint-
ed with Mr.. Drazk when he came back
to hunt for horse blanket which had
mysteriously disappeared" she ex-
planned to Transey.
They assembled the steps which led
from the ground into the wagon. The
table had been reset for four, and as
the shadows were now heavy in the
valley, candles had been lighted. Y.D.
and his daughter sat on one side,
Transley on the other. In a moment
Under entered. He had already had
a talk with Y.D., but had not met
Zen since their supper together in the
rancher's house.
"Glad TO see you again, Mr.. Linder,"
said the girl, rising and extending her
hand across the table "You see we
lost no time in returning your call"
Under took her hand In a frank
grasp, but could think of nothing in
particular to say. Were glad to
have YOU" Yves all he could manage.
Zen was rather sorry that Under
had not made more of the situation.
She wondered what quick repartee,
shot, no doubt, with double meaning.
TranSley would have returned 1t was
evident that, as her father had said
Linder was second best And vet
there was something about his shyness
that appealed to her even more than
did Transley's superb self-confidence
The meal was spent in small talk
about horses and steers and the mer-
its of the different makes of moving
machines. When 1t was finished
Transley apologized for not offering
his guests any liquor. 81 never keep
1t about the camp" he said.
quite right Y.D. agreed, quite
right. Booze is like fire; valuable
thing in careful hands, but mighty
dangerous when everybody gets playin'
with it, l reckon the grass is gettin'
pretty dry, Transley?"
Mighty dry. all right, but we're
taking every precaution."
'1'm sure you are, but you can't take
precautions for other people. Has
anybody been putin you upsto any
trouble here?"
well, no. can't exactly say trou-
BILE" said Transley, but we've got
notice its coming. A chap named
Grant. foreman, think, for Landson.
down the valley, rode over last night,
and invited US not to cut any hay here
ebouts. He was very courteous. and