She was putting on her hat even while she listened to the message, and she astonished the man at the other end by making no retort whatever. She almost ran to the store, and she did not ask Pete for a saddle-horse; she just threw her office key at him, and told him she was going to take his bay, and she was at the stable before he closed the mouth he had opened in amazement at her whirlwind departure.
CHAPTER XXV. “I'D JUST AS SOON HANG FOR NINE MEN AS FOR ONE”
Baumberger climbed heavily out of the rig, and went lurching drunkenly up the path to the house where the cool shade of the grove was like paradise set close against the boundary of the purgatory of blazing sunshine and scorching sand. He had not gone ten steps from the stable when he met Good Indian face to face.
“Hullo,” he growled, stopping short and eying him malevolently with lowered head.
Good Indian's lips curled silently, and he stepped aside to pursue his way. Baumberger swung his huge body toward him.
“I said HULLO. Nothin' wrong in that, is there? HULLO—d'yuh hear?”
“Go to the devil!” said Grant shortly.
Baumberger leered at him offensively. “Pretty Polly! Never learned but one set uh words in his life. Can't yuh say anything but 'Go to the devil!' when a man speaks to yuh? Hey?”
“I could say a whole lot that you wouldn't be particularly glad to hear.” Good Indian stopped, and faced him, coldly angry. For one thing, he knew that Evadna was waiting on the porch for him, and could see even if she could not hear; and Baumberger's attitude was insulting. “I think,” he said meaningly, “I wouldn't press the point if I were you.”