But, good God!" he cried nike dunk
in real distress and bewilderment, "a fellow who could do what you did,
stand up to those gun-men in the dark and alone, to be garbaging around
asking rotten, prying questions about a man's sister! No! I don't get
it." Banneker felt the blood run up into his face, under the sting of
the other's puzzled protest, as it would never have done under open
contempt or threat. A miserable, dull hopelessness possessed him. "It's
part of the business," he muttered. "Then it's a rotten business,"
retorted the horseman. "Do you _have_ to do this?" "Somebody has to get
the news." "News! Scavenger's filth. See here, Banneker, I'm sorry I
roughed you about the whip. But, to ask a man questions about the women
of his own family--No: I'm _damned_ if I get it." He lost himself in
thought, and when he spoke again it was as much to himself as to the man
on the ground. "Suppose I did make a frank statement: you can never
trust the papers to get it straight, even if they mean to, which is
doubtful. And there's Io's name smeared all over--Hel-lo! What's the
matter, now?" For his horse had shied away from an involuntary jerk ofLouis Vuitton Sale
Banneker's muscles, responsive to electrified nerves, so sharply as to
disturb the rider's balance. "What name did you say?" muttered Banneker,
involuntarily. "Io. My foster-sister's nickname. Irene Welland, she
was. You're a queer sort of society reporter if you don't know that."
"I'm not a society reporter." "But you know Mrs. Eyre?" "Yes; in a way,"
returned Banneker, gaining command of himself. "Officially, you might
say. She was in a railroad wreck that I stage-managed out West. I was
the local agent." "Then I've heard about you," replied Densmore with
interest, though he had heard only what little Io had deemed it
advisable that he should know. "You helped my sister when she was hurt.
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something for that." "Official duty." "That's all right. But it was
more than that. I recall your name now." Densmore's bearing had become
that of a man to his equal. "I'll tell you, let's go up to the clubhouse
and have a drink, shan't we? D' you mind just waiting here while I give
this nag a little run to supple him up?" He was off, leaving Banneker
with brain awhirl. To steady himself against this sudden flood of memory
and circumstance, Banneker strove to focus his attention upon the
technique of the horse and his rider. When they returned he said at
once: "Are you going to play that pony?" The horseman looked mildly
surprised. "After he's learned a bit more. Shapes up well, don't you
think?" "Speed him up to me and give him www.usaburberryoutlet1856.com
a sharp twist to the right, will you?" Accepting the suggestion without
comment, Densmore cantered away and brought the roan down at speed. To
the rider, his mount seemed to make the sudden turn perfectly. But
Banneker stepped out and examined the off forefoot with a dubious face.
"Breaks a little there," he stated seriously. The horseman tried the
turn again, throwing his weight over. This time he did feel a slightly
perceptible "give." "What's the remedy?" he asked. "Build up the outer
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the shoe. That may do it. But I shouldn't trust him without a thorough
test. A good pony'll always overplay his safety a little in a close
match." The implication of this expert view aroused Densmore's
curiosity. "You've played," he said. "No: I've never played. I've
knocked the ball about a little." "Where?" "Out in Santa Barbara. With
the stable-boys." So simply was it said that Densmore returned, quite as
simply: "Were you a stable-boy?" "No such luck, then. Just a kid, out
of a job." Densmore dismounted, handed reins and mallet to the visitor
and said, "Try a shot or two." Slipping his coat and waistcoat, Banneker
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mounted and urged the pony after the ball which the other sent spinning
out across the field. He made a fairly creditable cut away to the left,
following down and playing back moderately. While his mallet work was,
naturally, uncertain, he played with a full, easy swing and in good
form. But it was his horsemanship which specially commended itself to
the critical eye of the connoisseur. "Ridden range, haven't you?"
inquired the poloist when the other came in. "Quite a bit of it, in my
time." "Now, I'll tell you," said Densmore, employing his favorite
formula. "There'll be practice later. It's an off day and we probably
won't have two full teams. Let me rig you out, and you try it." Banneker
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head. "I'm here on business. I'm a reporter with a story to get." "All
right; it's up to a reporter to stick until he gets his news," agreed
the other. "You dismiss your taxi, and stay out here and dine, and I'll
run you back to town myself. And at nine o'clock I'll answer your
question and answer it straight.
