My office furniture don't amount to much, and this team is
Bailey's"--he mused a moment. "_Come!_" he said, with sudden resolution,
"it's go now--we'll never have a better chance."
She turned white with dread--now that she neared the actual deed.
"Oh, Jim! I _wish_ there was some other way."
He was a little rough. Her feminine hesitation he could not sympathize
with.
"Well, there isn't. We've got to get right out of this. Hurry on your
things. The wind is rising, and we must make Wheatland by five o'clock.
I came out to hold down my claim, but it ain't worth it. I reckon I've
squeezed all the juice out of this lemon. This climate is a little
boisterous for me."
He brought in a blanket and warmed it at the fire while she wrapped
herself in cloak and shawl.
"I'd better write a little note to--him."
"What for? I've got nothing against him, except that he saw you first.
But I guess he's out of the running now. It's you and me from this day
on."
"I hate to go without saying good-bye," she said, tremulously. "He's
always been good to me," she added, smitten with sudden realization of
her husband's kindness.
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