"I will; and when I see it I'll show you what a real temper is like."
"Then——"
"Yes?"
"Well, I suppose I've had more attention than I deserve. So I suppose you might call me unreasonable—exacting—in fact, selfish!"
This was more vital; hence the hesitation on his part.
"When I do," said Rigden, solemnly, "you may send me about my business."
"It may be too late."
"Then we won't meet our troubles half-way," cried the young man, with virile common-sense. "Come! We love each other; that's good enough to go on with. And we've got the station to ourselves; didn't I work it well? So don't let's talk through our necks!"
The bush slang made the girl smile, but excitement had overstrung her finer nerves, and neither tone nor topic could she change at will.
"Shall we always love each other, darling?"