"
She caught old Gideon looking at her with a queer little smile on his
weather-tanned face and she felt the color beat into her cheeks.
"I haven't bought a wedding present for twenty years," he told her
presently, apropos of nothing that had been said. "I won't know what's
the proper thing to get, Miss Sheba."
"If you talk nonsense like that I'll go out and talk to Mr. Swiftwater
Pete," she threatened, blushing.
Old Gid folded his hands meekly. "I'll be good--honest I will. Let's
see. I got to make safe and sane conversation, have I? Hm! Wonder when
that lazy, long-legged, good-for-nothing horsethief and holdup that
calls himself Gordon Elliot will get back to camp."
Sheba looked into his twinkling eyes suspiciously as she handed him his
coffee. For a moment she bit her lip to keep back a smile, then said
with mock severity,--
"Now, I _am_ going to leave you to Mrs. Olson."
When sunset came it found Sheba on the trail. Swiftwater Pete had
offered to go with her, but she had been relieved of his well-meant
kindness by the demand of Holt.
"No, you don't, Pete. You ain't a-goin' off gallivantin' with no young
lady. You're a-goin' to stay here and fix my game laig for me.
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