We never heard of our boy again."
"He's right outside, unless I'm mighty mistaken," said Ranse, opening
the door and beckoning.
Curly walked in.
No one could have doubted. The old man and the young had the same
sweep of hair, the same nose, chin, line of face, and prominent light-
blue eyes.
Old "Kiowa" rose eagerly.
Curly looked about the room curiously. A puzzled expression came over
his face. He pointed to the wall opposite.
"Where's the tick-tock?" he asked, absent-mindedly.
"The clock," cried old "Kiowa" loudly. "The eight-day clock used to
stand there. Why--"
He turned to Ranse, but Ranse was not there.
Already a hundred yards away, Vaminos, the good flea-bitten dun, was
bearing him eastward like a racer through dust and chaparral towards
the Rancho de los Olmos.
X
CUPID A LA CARTE
"The dispositions of woman," said Jeff Peters, after various opinions
on the subject had been advanced, "run, regular, to diversions. What a
woman wants is what you're out of. She wants more of a thing when it's
scarce.
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