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Miss Peggy’s Proteges
by
The rascal grinned at the compliment.
“ONE-legged, you mean,” he said, indicating his helpless limb.
Peggy’s heart relented slightly. “Wot you goin’ to do now?” she said. “You can’t stay on THERE, you know. It b’longs to ME!” She was generous, but practical.
“Were those things I fired out yours?”
“Yes.”
“Mighty rough of me.”
Peggy was slightly softened. “Kin you walk?”
“No.”
“Kin you crawl?”
“Not as far as a rattler.”
“Ez far ez that clearin’?”
“Yes.”
“There’s a hoss tethered out in that clearin’. I kin shift him to this end.”
“You’re white all through,” said the man gravely.
Peggy ran off to the clearing. The horse belonged to Sam Bedell, but he had given Peggy permission to ride it whenever she wished. This was equivalent, in Peggy’s mind, to a permission to PLACE him where she wished. She consequently led him to a point nearest the stockade, and, thoughtfully, close beside a stump. But this took some time, and when she arrived she found the fugitive already there, very thin and weak, but still smiling.
“Ye kin turn him loose when you get through with him; he’ll find his way back,” said Peggy. “Now I must go.”
Without again looking at the man, she ran back to the stockade. Then she paused until she heard the sound of hoofs crossing the highway in the opposite direction from which the pursuers had crossed, and knew that the fugitive had got away. Then she took the astonished and still motionless lizard from her pocket, and proceeded to restore the broken coops and cages to the empty stockade.
But she never reconstructed her menagerie nor renewed her collection. People said she had tired of her whim, and that really she was getting too old for such things. Perhaps she was. But she never got old enough to reveal her story of the last wild animal she had tamed by kindness. Nor was she quite sure of it herself, until a few years afterwards on Commencement Day at a boarding- school at San Jose, when they pointed out to her one of the most respectable trustees. But they said he was once a gambler, who had shot a man with whom he had quarreled, and was nearly caught and lynched by a Vigilance Committee.