When, with Steve at her heels, she ran up on the porch it was to be met
by Iki, the Japanese cook, his eyes shining wildly.
"Where's my father?" she asked, and Iki waving his hands excitedly
answered:
"Departed with rapid haste and many curse-words from his gentleman
friend. The master could not make a stop for one little more drink of
whiskey. The other strike and vomit threats and say: 'Most surely will
I cause that you tarry long time in jail-side.' Saying likewise: 'I
got you by the long hair like I want you and yes-by-God, like some day
soon I get your lovely daughter!' Only he say the latter with
unpleasant words of----"
Terry was shaking him by both shoulders.
"Where did they go?" she demanded. "How long ago?"
"On horses, running swiftly," gibbered Iki. "Ten minutes,
maybe--perhaps twenty or thirty. Who can tell the time when----"
"Why didn't we meet them?" asked Steve of Terry. "If they are really
headed for Red Creek?"
"They are taking all of the short-cuts there are," she answered
promptly. "They'll take a cow-trail through the ranch, cut across the
lower end of your place, and come into the old road just beyond.
Blenham's all fox; he has guessed that I am out to put a spoke in his
wheel somehow. He won't be wasting any perfectly good moonlight. Come
on!" And again she was running to the car. "We'll overhaul them just
the same.
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