"I'm sure I am glad to meet YOU," she answered, heartily. "Can
you tell me where is the foreman of the Lazy D?"
He introduced with a smile the swarthy man in the doorway. "This
is him ma'am--Mr. Judd Morgan."
Now it happened that Mr. Judd Morgan was simmering with
suppressed spleen.
"All I've got to say is that you had no business mixing up in
that shootin' affair back there. Perhaps you don't know that the
man you saved is Ned Bannister, the outlaw," was his surly
greeting.
"Oh, yes, I know that."
"Then what d'ye mean--Who are you, anyway?" His insolent eyes
coasted malevolently over her.
"Helen Messiter is my name."
It was ludicrous to see the change that came over the man. He had
been prepared to bully her; and with a word she had pricked the
bubble of his arrogance. He swallowed his anger and got a
mechanical smile in working order.
"Glad to see you here, Miss Messiter," he said, his sinister gaze
attempting to meet hers frankly "I been looking for you every
day."
"But y'u managed to surprise him, after all ma'am," chuckled Mac.
"Where's yo' hawss, Reddy?" inquired a tall young man, who had
appeared silently in the doorway of the bunkhouse.
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