Colonel Hallibut’s brows puckered, then he smiled.
“Well, I’ll be——” He checked himself, and glanced from one to the other of the young people. “Suppose we understand one another,” he said. “Gloss,” he asked, “do you—do you love Boy here?”
“Yes,” she answered simply.
“And you love all this big, beautiful Wild, too?”
“So much!” she said.
“And you don’t want to leave it, dear?”
“No.”
The Colonel’s mouth twitched and the girl patted his cheek with her hand.
“You love it, too,” she smiled. “Why not all stay here together?—surely there is enough for all.”
“Hurrah,” seconded the Bushwhackers.