"
"If you stay, I shall," announced the boy Frank.
"You'll do nothing of the kind, seh. You'll do just as I say,
according to the agreement you made with me when I let you come,"
was Bucky's curt answer. "We're not playing this game to please
you, Master Frank."
Yet though the ranger spoke curtly, though he still tried to hold
toward his comrade precisely the same attitude as he had before
discovering her sex, he could not put into his words the same
peremptory sting that, he had done before when he found that
occasionally necessary. For no matter how severely he must seem
to deal with her to avoid her own suspicions as to what he knew,
as well as to keep from arousing those of others, his heart was
telling a very different story all the time. He could see again
the dainty grace with which she had danced for him, heard again
that low voice breaking into a merry piping lilt, warmed once
more to the living, elusive smile, at once so tender and mocking.
He might set his will to preserve an even front to her gay charm,
but it was beyond him to control the thrills that shot his
pulses.
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