"I don't know. I never saw him act that way before."
"H'm. I reckon I know; but he don't want to act that way again," he said, decisively. "Greasers are shore funny animals."
"All men are funny," she replied. "Th' idea of being scared by me when you ain't afraid of a man like him."
"That's a different kind of a scare, an' I never felt like that before. It made me want to kill somebody. I don't want you to get mad at me. I like you too much. You won't, will you?"
She smiled. "No."
"Never? No matter what happens?"
"Do you care?"
"Do I care! You know I do. Look at me, Mary!"
"No; don't come any nearer. I must go—good-bye."
"Don't go; let's ride around for a while."