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Cullum, Ridgwell, [pseud.], 1867-1943

"The Forfeit"

The leanin' racket's played out fer
us. We got to hand Jeff a prop now, an' see it don't git kicked away.
See?"
For some moments the girl's gaze searched straight ahead of her down
the valley. And into her eyes there grew a gentle light of enthusiasm.
Suddenly she turned upon the great figure on its horse beside her.
"We've stood up on our own years, Daddy--before Jeff came along. We
can stand now, can't we? I guess we're not going to fail Jeff now he's
in trouble. Jeff's been all for us. We're going to be all for him.
He needs us, Daddy, and--I'm glad in a way. Say, my heart nigh breaks
every time I peek into his poor sad an' troubled face. Jeff's just
beating his soul dead. And if the Obar gets wrong, it'll sure be the
end of everything for him. It mustn't, Daddy. Things mustn't go
wrong. 'Deed they mustn't. It's up to us. You must show me how,
Daddy. You're wise to it all. You're strong. You know. Show me.
Put me wise, an' I'll--take Jeff's place."
The girl's words came full of a passionate sincerity.


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