A Study in Scarlet — page 119: what you’re looking at

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A STUDY IN SCARLET. 108 dress of a hunter, with a long rifle slung over his shoul- der. “J guess you are the daughter of John Ferrter,” he remarked. ‘‘I saw you ride down from his house. When you see him, ask him if he remembers the Jeffer- son Hopes of St. Louis. If he’s the same Ferrier, my father and he were pretty thick.” ‘““Hadn’t you better come and ask yourself?” she asked, demurely. The young fellow seemed pleased at the suggestion, and his dark eyes sparkled with pleasure. “T’ll do so,” he said; ‘“‘we’ve been in the mountains for two months, and are not over and above in visiting condition. He must take us as he finds us.” “He has a good deal to thank you for, and so have I,” she answered; “he’s awful fond of me. If those cows had jumped on me, he’d have never got over it.” “ Neither would J,” said her companion. “Vou? Well, I don’t see that it would make much matter to you, anyhow. You ain’t even a friend of ours.” The young hunter’s dark face grew so gloomy over this remark that Lucy Ferrier laughed aloud. ‘There, I didn’t mean that,” she said; “ of course, you are a friend now. You must come and see us. Nowl must push along, or father won’t trust me with his busi- ness any more. Good-by.” ‘ Good-by,” he answered, raising his broad sombrero, and bending over her little hand. She wheeled her mus- tang round, gave it a cut with her mding-whip, and darted away down the broad road in a rolling cloud ef dust. COMMICIOOKS aC