"You are very kind, but I must not go." The red lips were firm, and the

girl was sitting very erect. She looked as she had done after she had shot

the bird.

"But why?"

"I cannot travel alone with you. It is not your custom where you come

from. The woman on the ranch told me. She said you knew girls did not do

that, and that you did not respect me for going alone with you. She said

it was not right, and that you knew it."

He looked at her impatient, angry, half ashamed that she should face him

with these words.

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"Nonsense!" said he. "This is a case of necessity. You are to be taken

care of, and I am the one to do it."

"But it is not the custom among people where you live, is it?"

The clear eyes faced him down, and he had to admit that it was not.

"Then I can't go," she said decidedly.

"But you must. If you don't, I won't go."

"But you must," said the girl, "and I mustn't. If you talk that way, I'll

run away from you. I've run away from one man, and I guess I can from

another. Besides, you're forgetting the lady."

"What lady?"

"Your lady. The lady who rides in a carriage without horses."

"Hang the lady!" he said inelegantly. "Do you know that the train will be

along here in less than an hour, and we have a great deal to do before we

can get on board? There's no use stopping to talk about this matter. We

haven't time. If you will just trust things to me, I'll attend to them

all, and I'll answer your questions when we get safely on the train. Every

instant is precious. Those men might come around that corner ever there

any minute. That's all bosh about respect. I respect you more than any

woman I ever met. And it's my business to take care of you."

"No, it's not your business," said the girl bravely, "and I can't let you.

I'm nothing to you, you know."

"You're every--that is--why, you surely know you're a great deal to me.

Why, you saved my life, you know!"

"Yes, and you saved mine. That was beautiful, but that's all."

"Isn't that enough? What are you made of, anyway, to sit there when

there's so much to be done, and those villains on our track, and insist

that you won't be saved?' Respect you! Why, a lion in the wilderness would

have to respect you. You're made of iron and steel and precious stones.

You've the courage of a--a--I was going to say a man but I mean an angel.

You're pure as snow, and true as the heavenly blue, and firm as a rock;

and, if I had never respected you before, I would have to now. I respect,

I honor, I--I--I--pray for you!" he finished fiercely.




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