Which I say, Denver and Terry--Terry
particular--gets extra shares for what they done!"
And there was a chorus of hearty approval. The voice of Denver cut it
short.
"Terry don't want none. No, boys, knock me dead if he does. Can you beat
it? 'I did it to keep my word,' he says, 'with the sheriff. You can have
my share, Denver.'
"And he sticks on it. It's a game with him, boys. He plays at it like a
big kid!"
In the hush of astonishment, the eyes of Kate misted. Something in that
last speech had stung her cruelly. Something had to be done, and quickly,
to save young Terry Hollis. But what power could influence him?
It was that thought which brought her to the hope for a solution. A very
vague and faraway hope to which she clung and which unravelled slowly in
her imagination. Before she left the kitchen, her plan was made, and
immediately after breakfast, she went to her room and dressed for a long
journey.
"I'm going over the hills to visit the Stockton girls," she told her
father. "Be gone a few days."
His mind was too filled with hope for the future to understand her. He
nodded idly, and she was gone.
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