There wouldn't be any railroading Luck to the pew for something he didn't do,
he asserted with a tragic meaning that wrung the heart of Jean. It took Lite's
arguments and Luck's optimism and, finally, the assurance of the sheriff that
Luck was not under arrest and was in no danger of it, to keep the old man at
the ranch. Also, they promised to return with all speed and not to keep supper
waiting, before the two women were satisfied to let them go.
"Oh, Luck Lindsay," Rosemary bethought her to announce just as they were
leaving, "you better keep an eye out for Annie, while you're in town. She's
gone--and the dog and all her clothes and everything. Maybe she took the train
back to the reservation. I just wanted you to know, so if you feel you ought
to bother--"
"Annie gone?" Even in his preoccupation the mews came with a stab. "When did
she go?"
"We don't know. She set up an awful yowling when you boys went to work. And
the dog commenced howling, till it was simply awful. So we rode in to town
after the mail, and when we came back she was gone, bag and baggage. We didn't
see anything of her on the trail, but she could dodge us if she wanted to--
she's Injun enough for that.
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