"Pah!" said Blake's sister in disgust. "I'm glad you told me. He has been going there lately, I knew. Well, I'll see that he stops that."
"You need not bother. I will look after that myself. Faith won't be there long."
"Is she going to sell? I'm glad of it."
"I don't know about selling. But she is coming to my ranch."
"On a visit to Jean?"
"No, she is going to marry me."
The girl stared at him. He saw a flood of color rush to her cheeks and recede, leaving her face white. Her strong hand gripped the saddle horn hard.
"She is—going—to marry you!" she said in a voice little more than a whisper.
"Yes," Angus replied, "why shouldn't she? She is too good for me, I know, but I hope you don't think, like your father, that I am not fit to marry her."
Kathleen French smiled with stiff lips.