"Nothin' but death shall
take him from us, Mr. Fresno."
"If I think of anything else," offered Berkeley, kindly, "I'll
tell you."
"We wish you would."
Fresno returned to the house, humming cheerily. It was still an
hour until his breakfast-time, but he had accomplished much. In
the midst of his meditation he came upon Miss Blake emerging upon
the rear porch.
"Good-morning!" he cried. She started a trifle guiltily. "What
are you doing at this hour?"
"Oh, I just love the morning air," she answered. "And you?"
"Same here! 'Honesty goes to bed early, and industry rises
betimes.' That's me!"
"Then you have been working?"
Fresno nodded. He was looking at four cowboys who were entering
the gymnasium, staggering beneath dripping gunny-sacks. Then he
turned his gaze searchingly upon the girl.
"Were you looking for Speed?" he asked accusingly. "The idea!"
Miss Blake flushed faintly.
"If you are, he has gone for a run. I dearly love to see him get
up early and run, he enjoys it so. To give pleasure to others is
one of my constant aims.
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