kissed her softly on the lips. She stirred but did not open her eyes, and he slipped back to the ladder and down, without a sound.
He went to bed at once but was up in the morning before his father, leaving a note on the kitchen table:
I am going to work for Charleton till things are better here at home.
Douglas.
He found Charleton grooming Democrat. "Charleton," he said, "you made a lot of trouble for Jude last night."
"What happened?" asked Charleton.
Douglas told him.
"That was a rotten trick!" exclaimed Charleton. "I just thought he'd lick her. John's got a mean temper."
"I want to work for you a while, Charleton. I'm sick of the rows at home."
"John willing?"
"I haven't asked him."
Charleton grinned. "I need a rider, sure. You finish currying Democrat while I go in and talk to the missis. Little Marion's visiting at Lone Bend. Maybe my wife will think it's too much cooking for two men." But he came back in a little while, smiling cheerfully. "Come on in to breakfast. It's all right."
So Douglas settled to riding for Charleton Falkner. His father did not come after him, and when the two met on the Black Gorge trail a day or so after Doug's departure, John returned Douglas' muttered greeting with a silent, ugly stare. There was comment and conjecture in Lost Chief, but the fall round-up was coming and this soon engrossed the attention of the community. Of Scott, Douglas saw nothing.
