Ridgway of Montana (Story of To-Day, in Which the Hero Is Also the Villain) by William MacLeod Raine
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on the tongue of rumor.
"Since you are so kind;" and he climbed to the place beside her. "Congratulate me, Miss Balfour," demanded Ridgway, as he shook hands with her, nodding coolly at her companion. "I'm a million dollars richer than I was an hour ago. I have met the enemy and he is mine." Virginia, resenting the bad taste of his jeer at the man who sat beside her, misunderstood him promptly. "Did you say you had met the enemy and won his mine?" He laughed. "You're a good one!" "Thank you very much for this unsolicited testimonial," she said gravely. "In the meantime, to avoid a congestion of traffic, we'll be moving, if you will kindly give me back my front left wheel." He did not lift his foot from the spoke on which it rested. "My congratulations," he reminded her. "I wish you all the joy in your victory that you deserve, and I hope the supreme court will reaffirm the decision of Judge Purcell, if it is a just one," was the form in which she acceded to his demand. She flicked her whip, and Ridgway fell back, laughing. "You've been subsidized by the Consolidated," he shouted after her. Hobart watched silently the businesslike directness with which the girl handled the ribbons. She looked every inch the thoroughbred in her |
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