Long-hair backed off, plumb kaflummuxed.
“The Seenyer said he’d heerd of this gent,” I goes on, “and wouldn’t let him learn a cow of hisn to sing. Friend? any little favour? come here? Nixey.”
I walks over to him. “Acknowledge the corn, you polecat,” I says.
He seen the jig was up. But he made his bluff.
“Miss Sewell, this coarse feller––”
Macie cut in. “It’s all so,” she says. “You’ve put me off and put me off. All my money’s gone. I’d banked on t’-night. And now–what am I goin’ to do!” She dropped on to a chair, her face in her hands again.
“My pore little gal!”
She sit up. “No, Alec,” she says, “I ain’t pore. I’ve got you, and the best paw a gal ever had, and my home–aw, the dear ole Bar Y! And, Alec, I’m goin’.”
“Goin’ where, little gal?”
She come over and stood in front of me, and put her two hands on my arm. “Alec,” she says, tears and smiles all to oncet, “I’m goin’ t’ start home to Oklahomaw.”