Mr. Floyd also reddened perceptibly. "Oh, well, I've been in hard luck myself," he said.
"So've I," his friend admitted. "I know what the gaff feels like. Well—stir up those horses. We've got a long way to go."
CHAPTER XXXI
THE AUCTION
The sale was to take place at noon in the sheriff's office. After breakfast Angus went down to the corrals. Faith followed him.
"I'd like to go with you to the sale."
"Why?" he asked.
"I'd just like to be with you."
He stared at her for a moment. In his life this solicitude, almost maternal, was a new thing.