Badger, however,
lingered, staring up at the house and vainly endeavoring to think of
some plan which would enable them to overcome the violent objections of
Mr. Lee.
"I allow I am in a hole," he grumbled. "But as long as Winnie has no
notion of throwing me over, I shall not let any coyote weakness get the
better of me! Not on your life!"
He was about to leap the fence and make his way back to the campus, when
he saw a man sneak into the yard and drop down behind some shrubbery not
far from the front door. He could not make out the man's face and form
because of the darkness.
"Mighty queer, that is!" thought the Westerner, staring at the spot
where the man had disappeared. "He don't act as if he intended to try to
rustle the ranch. I reckon I'll wait a bit."
Badger had not long to wait. Fairfax Lee came down the walk from the
street scarcely a minute later.
"If this wasn't New Haven, in the great and cultivated East, I should
say the fellow is laying for Lee with a gun, or a lariat!"
As Lee came down the path, the man appeared from behind the shrubbery,
as if he had just returned from a visit to one of the side doors, and
placed himself in front of the politician. Lee stopped in a hesitating
way, and it was clear to Badger that he was afraid of this intruder.
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