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dust and noise. I fancy the workmen don't find it pleasant."
"Yes, they do; they like it," she declared. "Dick says a cowboy is never satisfied off the range. And you mustn't call them workmen, Sir Redmond. They'd resent it, if they knew. They're cowboys, and proud of it. They seem rather a pleasant lot of fellows, on the whole. I have been talking to one or two."
"Well, we're all through here," Dick announced, riding up. "I'm going to ride around by Keith's place, to see a horse I'm thinking of buying. Want to go along, Trix? Or are you tired?"
"I'm never tired," averred his sister, readjusting a hat-pin and gathering up her reins. "I always want to go everywhere that you'll take me, Dick. Consider that point settled for the summer. Are you coming, Sir Redmond?"
"I think not, thank you," he said, not quite risen above his rebuff of the morning. "I told Mary I would be back for lunch."
"I was wiser; I refused even to venture an opinion as to when I should be back. Well, 'so-long'!"
"You're learning the lingo pretty fast, Trix," Diok chuckled, when they were well away from Sir
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