Say, I'm too happy to think! I'm----"
"You are just a silly fellow!"
"You never shot straighter! I'm a roaring idiot!"
He kissed her and held her face toward the light in a rather vain effort
to see its outline.
"I've been crazier since I got that note than any locoed cowboy that
ever tore up the ranges. I've simply been wild!"
"I am very sorry, Buck. Yet I think I must have suffered as much. Last
night father obtained from me a confession that I had met you in the
grounds here. He asked me if I had met you, and my confused looks made
my denials useless. Then he ordered me to write that note and to send
back the ring. He mailed them himself. And he made me promise that I
wouldn't meet you again. But when I made it, I realized that I couldn't
keep it."
"You're an angel!"
"I never heard that angels were disobedient."
"Some of them."
"And they were punished for it. Oh, Buck, I hope we will never regret
this--that there will be no punishment for this!"
"There won't be!" he grimly declared.
"Father is gone," she said. "Out of the city!"
"And I wanted Merry to see him here this evening," in a tone of regret,
"Merry is to have a talk with him and try to get him to see that I am
not such a soaking Piute as I've been painted!"
"I'm sorry, too, Buck--though I was glad.
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