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"I wish Chester was here," said Mrs. Kate ambiguously.
Ford did not ask her why she wished that. He told her good-by as hastily
as if he had to run to catch a train, and left her. He hoped he would be
lucky enough to see Josephine--and then he hoped quite as sincerely that
he would not see her, after all. It would be easier to go without her
clear eyes asking him why.
What he meant to do first was to find Rock, and see if he had been
sober enough that night in Sunset to remember what happened at the
marriage ceremony, and could give him some clue as to the woman's
identity and whereabouts. If he failed there, he intended to hunt up the
preacher. That, also, presented certain difficulties, but Ford was in
the mood to overcome obstacles. Once he discovered who the woman was, it
seemed to him that there should be no great amount of trouble in getting
free. As he understood it, he was not the man she had intended to marry;
and not being the man she wanted, she certainly could not be
over-anxious to cling to him.
While he galloped down the trail to town, he went over the whole thing
again in his mind, to see if there might be some simpler plan than the
one he had formed in the night.
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