"What made yuh chase me off?"
"I—don't know; I—"
"I guess yuh don't, all right," agreed Weary, giving a little squeeze by way of making quite sure he had her there. "Say, what was that yarn Myrt Forsyth told yuh about me?"
"I—I don't know. She—she hinted a lot—"
"I expect she did—that's Myrt, every rattle uh the box," Weary cut in dryly.
"And she—she said you had to leave home—in the night—"
"Oh, she did, eh? Well, Girlie, if the time-table hasn't changed, Miss Myrt Forsyth sneaked off the same way. The train west leaves—or did leave—Chadville along about midnight, so—Say, it feels good to be back, little schoolma'am. You don't know how good—"
"I guess I do," cried the schoolma'am very emphatically. "I just guess I know something about that, myself. Oh you dear, great, tall—"
Something happened just then to the schoolma'am's lips, so that she could not finish the sentence.