This girl's secret he meant to
guard until such time as she chose of her own free will to tell
it.
Frank returned just as he finished the tale of the knife episode,
and Mick's frank open eyes accused him of idiocy for ever having
supposed that this lad was a woman. Why, he was a little fellow
not over fifteen--not a day past fifteen, he would swear to that.
He was, to be sure, a slender, girlish young fellow, a good deal
of a sissy by the look of him, but none the less a sure enough
boy. Convinced of this, the big Irishman dismissed him promptly
from his thoughts and devoted himself to Bucky.
"And what are yez doing down in greaser land? Thought you was
rustling cows for a living somewheres in sunburnt Arizona," he
grinned amiably.
"Me? Oh, I came down on business. We'll talk about that
presently. How's your one-hawss revolution getting along, Reddy?
I hope it's right peart and healthy."
O'Halloran's eyes flashed a warning, with the slightest nod in
the world toward the boy.
"Don't worry about him. He's straight as a string and knows how
to keep his mouth shut. You can tell him anything you would me.
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