"Sho! I wasn't laughing at y'u. What tickled me--"
"I'm not interested in your amusement, Mr. McWilliams."
"What's the use of flying out about a little thing like that?
Honest, I don't even know what you're mad at me for," the
perplexed foreman averred.
"I'm not mad at you, as you call it. I'm simply disgusted."
And with a final "Good night" flung haughtily over her shoulder
Miss Nora Darling disappeared into the house.
Mac took off his hat and gazed at the door that had been closed
in his face. He scratched his puzzled poll in vain.
"I ce'tainly got mine good and straight just like Reddy got his.
But what in time was it all about? And me thinkin' I was a
graduate in the study of the ladies. I reckon I never did get
jarred up so. It's plumb discouraging."
If he could have caught a glimpse of Nora at that moment, lying
on her bed and crying as if her heart would break, Mac might have
found the situation less hopeless.
CHAPTER 21. THE SIGNAL LIGHTS
In a little hill-rift about a mile back of the Lazy D Ranch was a
deserted miner's cabin.
The hut sat on the edge of a bluff that commanded a view of the
buildings below, while at the same time the pines that surrounded
it screened the shack from any casual observation.
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