"Now, this lease law was made by stockmen, for stockmen. They can lease land from the government, fence it--and they've got a cinch on it as long as the lease lasts. A cow outfit can corral a heap of range that way. There's the trick of leasing every other section or so, and then running a fence around the whole chunk; and that's what the Pool has done to the Pine Ridge. But you mustn't repeat that, Trix.
"Milord wasn't long getting on to the leasing graft; in fact, it turns out the company got wind of it over in England, and sent him over here to see what could be done in that line. He's done it, all right enough!
"And there's the Cross outfit, frozen out completely. The Lord only knows what Keith will do with his cattle now, for we'll have every drop of water under fence inside of a month. He's in a hole, for sure. Iexpect he feels pretty sore with me, too, but I couldn't help it. Iexplained how it was to milord, but--you can't persuade an Englishman, any more than you can a--""I think," put in Beatrice firmly, "Sir Redmond did quite right. It isn't his fault that Mr. Cameron owns more cattle than he can feed. If he was sent over here to lease the land, it was his duty to do so.
Still, I really am sorry for Mr. Cameron.""Keith won't sit down and take his medicine if he can help it," **** said moodily. "He could sell out, but I don't believe he will. He's more apt to fight.""I can't see how fighting will help him," Beatrice returned spiritedly.
"Well, there's one thing," retorted ****. "If milord wants that fence to stand he'd better stay and watch it. I'll bet money he won't more than strike Liverpool till about forty miles, more or less, of Pool fence will need repairs mighty bad--which it won't get, so far as I'm concerned.""Do you mean that Keith Cameron would destroy our fencing?"**** grinned. "He'll be a fool if he don't, Trix. You can tell milord he'd better send for all his traps, and camp right here till that lease runs out. My punchers will have something to do beside ride fence.""I shall certainly tell Sir Redmond," Beatrice threatened. "You and Mr.
Cameron hate him just because he's English. You won't see what a splendid fellow he is. It's your duty to stand by him in this business, instead of taking sides with Keith Cameron. Why didn't he lease that land himself, if he wanted to?""Because he plays fair.""Meaning, I suppose, that Sir Redmond doesn't. I didn't think you would be so unjust. Sir Redmond is a perfect gentleman.""Well, you've got a chance to marry your 'perfect gentleman," **** retorted, savagely. "It's a wonder you don't take him if you think so highly of him.""I probably shall. At any rate, he isn't a male flirt.""You don't seem to fancy a fellow that can give you as good as you send," **** rejoined. "I thought you wouldn't find Keith such easy game, even if he does live on a cattle ranch. You can't rope him into ****** a fool of himself for your amusement, and I'm glad of it.""Don't do your shouting too soon. If you could overhear some of the things he says you wouldn't be so sure--""I suppose you take them all for their face value," grinned **** ironically.
"No, I don't! I'm not a ****** country girl, let me remind you. Since you are so sure of him, I'll have the pleasure of saying, 'No, thank you, sir,' to your Keith Cameron--just to convince you I can.""Oh, you will! Well, you just tell me when you do, Trix, and I'll give you your pick of all the saddle horses on the ranch.""I'll take Rex, and you may as well consider him mine. Oh, you men! Afew smiles, judiciously dispensed, and--" Beatrice smiled most exasperatingly at her brother, and **** went moody and was very poor company the rest of the way home.
