“Doc Blanchard!”
She remembered. Yes. That was it. He said he was going to get Doc Blanchard. He was going to bring him to see her. Her! Doc Blanchard! He—he—— She dared not see him! She would not see him! Oh, God! And Lightning had gone to fetch him! What could she do? Where—where——? Her pinto! Yes! That was it! Her mare! She snatched her saddle and flung it on the little creature’s back.
CHAPTER XXVII
Blanche’s News
“I ’VE got to get Jim right away.”
Blanche had just stepped on to the verandah, and the startled Larry Manford leapt out of his chair. He had been dozing prior to his final evening round of the bunk-houses, and had failed to observe her approach.
Blanche had hurried up from the barn, where her horse had already been stabled, and urgency was the keynote of her greeting. Larry recognised the situation in a flash. But he gave no sign. He dragged his chair, so deep and capacious, so inviting, farther back into the shade, shook up the cushions, and stood smiling indicating it.
“You’ve had enough, Blanche,” he said solicitously. “Come and sit right here and tell me about it. Jim’s away.”
But Blanche made no move to avail herself of his invitation. She remained where she was, regarding the freckled face and flaming head of the man she intended to marry. “Where is he? Dan’s?”
Larry nodded.
“Surely.”