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The　morning　sun　revealed　to　the　astonished　Hopkins　family　the

embattled　plain　beyond；　with　its　armed　sentries。　　Only　then　did　Jim

hooker　condescend　to　explain　the　reason　of　his　warlike　occupation；

with　dark　hints　of　the　outlying　〃squatters〃　and　〃jumpers；〃　whose

incursions　their　boldness　alone　had　repulsed。　　The　effect　of　this

romantic　situation　upon　the　two　women；　with　the　slight　fascination

of　danger　imported　into　their　quiet　lives；　may　well　be　imagined。

Possibly　owing　to　some　incautious　questioning　by　Mr。　Hopkins；　and

some　doubts　of　the　discipline　and　sincerity　of　his　posse；　Jim

discharged　them　the　next　day；　but　during　the　erection　of　his　cabin

by　some　peaceful　carpenters　from　the　settlement；　he　returned　to　his

gloomy　preoccupation　and　the　ostentatious　wearing　of　his　revolvers。

As　an　opulent　and　powerful　neighbor；　he　took　his　meals　with　the

family　while　his　house　was　being　built；　and　generally　impressed　them

with　a　sense　of　security　they　had　never　missed。



Meantime；　Clarence；　duly　informed　of　the　installation　of　Jim　as　his

tenant；　underwent　a　severe　trial。　　It　was　necessary　for　his　plans

that　this　should　be　kept　a　secret　at　present；　and　this　was　no　easy

thing　for　his　habitually　frank　and　open　nature。　　He　had　once

mentioned　that　he　had　met　Jim　at　the　settlement；　but　the　information

was　received　with　such　indifference　by　Susy；　and　such　marked

disfavor　by　Mrs。　Peyton；　that　he　said　no　more。　　He　accompanied

Peyton　in　his　rides　around　the　rancho；　fully　possessed　himself　of

the　details　of　its　boundaries；　the　debatable　lands　held　by　the

enemy；　and　listened　with　beating　pulses；　but　a　hushed　tongue；　to　his

host's　ill…concealed　misgivings。



〃You　see；　Clarence；　that　lower　terrace？〃　he　said；　pointing　to　a　far…

reaching　longitudinal　plain　beyond　the　corral；　〃it　extends　from　my

corral　to　Fair　Plains。　　That　is　claimed　by　the　sisters'　title；　and；

as　things　appear　to　be　going；　if　a　division　of　the　land　is　made　it

will　be　theirs。　　It's　bad　enough　to　have　this　best　grazing　land

lying　just　on　the　flanks　of　the　corral　held　by　these　rascals　at　an

absurd　prohibitory　price；　but　I　am　afraid　that　it　may　be　made　to

mean　something　even　worse。　　According　to　the　old　surveys；　these

terraces　on　different　levels　were　the　natural　divisions　of　the

property；one　heir　or　his　tenant　taking　one；　and　another　taking

another；an　easy　distinction　that　saved　the　necessity　of　boundary

fencing　or　monuments；　and　gave　no　trouble　to　people　who　were　either

kinsmen　or　lived　in　lazy　patriarchal　concord。　　That　is　the　form　of

division　they　are　trying　to　reestablish　now。　　Well；〃　he　continued；

suddenly　lifting　his　eyes　to　the　young　man's　flushed　face；　in　some

unconscious；　sympathetic　response　to　his　earnest　breathlessness；

〃although　my　boundary　line　extends　half　a　mile　into　that　field；　my

house　and　garden　and　corral　ARE　ACTUALLY　UPON　THAT　TERRACE　OR

LEVEL。〃　　They　certainly　appeared　to　Clarence　to　be　on　the　same　line

as　the　long　field　beyond。　　〃If；〃　went　on　Peyton；　〃such　a　decision　is

made；　these　men　will　push　on　and　claim　the　house　and　everything　on

the　terrace。〃



〃But；〃　said　Clarence　quickly；　〃you　said　their　title　was　only

valuable　where　they　have　got　or　can　give　POSSESSION。　　You　already

have　yours。　　They　can't　take　it　from　you　except　by　force。〃



〃No；〃　said　Peyton　grimly；　〃nor　will　they　dare　to　do　it　as　long　as　I

live　to　fight　them。〃



〃But；〃　persisted　Clarence；　with　the　same　singular　hesitancy　of

manner；　〃why　didn't　you　purchase　possession　of　at　least　that　part　of

the　land　which　lies　so　dangerously　near　your　own　house？〃



〃Because　it　was　held　by　squatters；　who　naturally　preferred　buying

what　might　prove　a　legal　title　to　their　land　from　these　impostors

than　to　sell　out　their　possession　to　ME　at　a　fair　price。〃



〃But　couldn't　you　have　bought　from　them　both？〃　continued　Clarence。



〃My　dear　Clarence；　I　am　not　a　Croesus　nor　a　fool。　　Only　a　man　who

was　both　would　attempt　to　treat　with　these　rascals；　who　would　now；

of　course；　insist　that　THEIR　WHOLE　claim　should　be　bought　up　at

their　own　price；　by　the　man　who　was　most　concerned　in　defeating

them。〃



He　turned　away　a　little　impatiently。　　Fortunately　he　did　not　observe

that　Clarence's　averted　face　was　crimson　with　embarrassment；　and

that　a　faint　smile　hovered　nervously　about　his　mouth。



Since　his　late　rendezvous　with　Susy；　Clarence　had　had　no　chance　to

interrogate　her　further　regarding　her　mysterious　relative。　　That

that　shadowy　presence　was　more　or　less　exaggerated；　if　not　an

absolute　myth；　he　more　than　half　suspected；　but　of　the　discontent

that　had　produced　it；　or　the　recklessness　it　might　provoke；　there

was　no　doubt。　　She　might　be　tempted　to　some　act　of　folly。　　He

wondered　if　Mary　Rogers　knew　it。　　Yet；　with　his　sensitive　ideas　of

loyalty；　he　would　have　shrunk　from　any　confidence　with　Mary

regarding　her　friend's　secrets；　although　he　fancied　that　Mary's　dark

eyes　sometimes　dwelt　upon　him　with　mournful　consciousness　and

premonition。　　He　did　not　imagine　the　truth；　that　this　romantic

contemplation　was　only　the　result　of　Mary's　conviction　that　Susy　was

utterly　unworthy　of　his　love。　　It　so　chanced　one　morning　that　the

vacquero　who　brought　the　post　from　Santa　Inez　arrived　earlier　than

usual；　and　so　anticipated　the　two　girls；　who　usually　made　a　youthful

point　of　meeting　him　first　as　he　passed　the　garden　wall。　　The　letter

bag　was　consequently　delivered　to　Mrs。　Peyton　in　the　presence　of　the

others；　and　a　look　of　consternation　passed　between　the　young　girls。

But　Mary　quickly　seized　upon　the　bag　as　if　with　girlish　and

mischievous　impatience；　opened　it；　and　glanced　within　it。



〃There　are　only　three　letters　for　you；〃　she　said；　handing　them　to

Clarence；　with　a　quick　look　of　significance；　which　he　failed　to

comprehend；　〃and　nothing　for　me　or　Susy。〃



〃But；〃　began　the　innocent　Clarence；　as　his　first　glance　at　the

letters　showed　him　that　one　was　directed　to　Susy；　〃here　is〃



A　wicked　pinch　on　his　arm　that　was　nearest　Mary　stopped　his　speech；

and　he　quickly　put　the　letters　in　his　pocket。



〃Didn't　you　understand　that　Susy　don't　want　her　mother　to　see　that

letter？〃　asked　Mary　impatiently；　when　they　were　alone　a　moment

later。



〃No；〃　said　Clarence　simply；　handing　her　the　missive。



Mary　took　it　and　turned　it　over　in　her　hands。



〃It's　in　a　man's　handwriting；〃　she　said　innocently。



〃I　hadn't　noticed　it；〃　returned　Clarence　with　invincible　naivete；

〃but　perhaps　it　is。〃



〃And　you　hand　it　over　for　me　to　give　to　Susy；　and　ain't　a　bit

curious　to　know　who　it's　from？〃



〃No；〃　returned　Clarence；　opening　his　big　eyes　in　smiling　and

apologetic　wonder。



〃Well；〃　responded　the　young　lady；　with　a　long　breath　of　melancholy

astonishment；　〃certainly；　of　all　things　you　areyou　really　ARE！〃

With　which　incoherencyapparently　perfectly　intelligible　to

herselfshe　left　him。　　She　had　not　herself　the　slightest　idea　who

the　letter　was　from；　she　only　knew　that　Susy　wanted　it　concealed。



The　incident　made　little　impression　on　Clarence；　except　as　part　of

the　general　uneasiness　he　felt　in　regard　to　his　old　playmate。　　It

seemed　so　odd　to　him　that　this　worry　should　come　from　HER；that　she

herself　should　form　the　one　discordant　note　in　the　Arcadian　dream

that　he　had　found　so　sweet；　in　his　previous　imaginings　it　was　the

presence　of　Mrs。　Peyton　which　he　had　dreaded；　she　whose　propinquity

now　seemed　so　full　of　gentleness；　reassurance；　and　repose。　　How

worthy　she　seemed　of　any　sacrifice　he　could　make　for　her！　　He　had

seen　little　of　her　for　the　last　two　or　three　days；　although　her

smile　and　greeting　were　always　ready　for　him。　　Poor　Clarence　did　not

dream　that　she　had　found　from　certain　incontestable　signs　and

tokens；　both　in　the　young　ladies　and　himself；　that　he　did　not

require　watching；　and　that　becoming　more　resigned　to　Susy's

indifference；　which　seemed　so　general　and　passive　in　quality；　she

was　no　longer　tortured　by　the　sting　of　jealousy。



Finding　himself　alone　that　afternoon；　the　young　man　had　wandered

somewhat　listlessly　beyond　the　low　adobe　gateway。　　The　habits　of　the

siesta　obtained　in　a　modified　form　at　the　rancho。　　After　luncheon；

its　masters　and　employees　usually　retired；　not　so　much　from　the

torrid　heat　of　the　afternoon　sun；　but　from　the　first　harrying　of　the

afternoon　trades；　whose　monotonous　whistle　swept　round　the　walls。　　A

straggling　passion　vine　near　the　gate　beat　and　struggled　against　the

wind。　　Clarence　had　stopped　near　it；　and　was　gazing　with　worried

abstraction　across　the　tossing　fields；　when　a　soft　voice　called　his

name。



It　was　a　pleasant　voice；Mrs。　Peyton's。　　He　glanced　back　at　the

gateway；　it　was　empty。　　He　looked　quickly　to　the　right　and　left；　no

one　was　there。



The　voice　spoke　again　with　the　musical　addition　of　a　laugh；　it

seemed　to　come　from　the　passion　vine。　　Ah；　yes；　behind　it；　and　half

overgrown　by　its　branches；　was　a　long；　narrow　embrasured　opening　in

the　wall；　defended　by　the　usual　Spanish　gratin