"Oh, you devil, you! If you think you
can get away with a thing like that--You devil!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. THE CURE COMPLETE
In Nelson Flat the lupines were like spilled bluing in great,
acre-wide blots upon the meadow grass. Between cabin and creek
bank a little plot had been spaded and raked smooth, and already
the peas and lettuce and radishes were up and growing as if they
knew how short would be the season, and meant to take advantage
of every minute of the warm days. Here and there certain plants
were lifting themselves all awry from where they had been pressed
flat by two small feet that had strutted heedlessly down the
rows.
The cabin yard was clean, and the two small windows were
curtained with cheap, white scrim. All before the door and on the
path to the creek small footprints were scattered thick. It was
these that Marie pulled up her hired saddle horse to study in hot
resentment.
"The big brute!" she gritted, and got off and went to the cabin
door, walking straight-backed and every mental and physical fiber
of her braced for the coming struggle. She even regretted not
having a gun; rather, she wished that she was not more afraid of
a gun than of any possible need of one.
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