Dicksie
“Not exactly; but is there anything I can do”
“Oh, thank you, nothing, except that you might tell him the pretty bay colt he sent over to us has sprung his shoulder.”
“He will be sorry to hear it, I’m sure.”
“But we are doing everything possible for him. He is going to make a perfectly lovely horse.”
“And whom may I say the message is from?” Though disconcerted, McCloud was regaining his wits. He felt perfectly certain there was no danger, if she knew Sinclair and lived in the mountains, but that she would sometime find out he was not a conductor. When he asked his question she appeared slightly surprised and answered easily, “Mr. Sinclair will know it is from Dicksie Dunning.”
McCloud knew her then. Every one knew Dicksie Dunning in the high country. This was Dicksie Dunning of the great Crawling Stone ranch, most widely known of all the mountain ranches. While his stupidity in not guessing her identity before overwhelmed him, he resolved to exhaust the last effort to win her interest.
“I don’t know just when I shall see Mr. Sinclair,” he answered gravely, “but he shall certainly have your message.”
A doubt seemed to steal over Dicksie at the
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