Chapter 22 A
Bit of PaperGood Indian came out upon the rim-rock, looked down upon the
ranch beneath him, and knew, by various little movements about the
place, that breakfast was not yet ready. Gene was carrying two
pails of milk to the house, and Wally and Jack were watering the
horses that had been stabled overnight. He was on the point of
shouting down to them when his arm was caught tightly from behind.
He wheeled about and confronted Rachel. Clothed all in dull gray
she was, like a savage young Quakeress. Even the red ribbons were
gone from her hair, which was covered by the gray blanket wrapped
tightly around her slim body. She drew him back from the rim of the
bluff.
"You no shout," she murmured gravely. "No lettum see you here.
You go quick. Ketchum you cayuse, go to r
