She retreated a few steps. "I must go now. Don't think I don't know what you've done for us—the sutler, and all that. I'll remember it. But I got to go—good-by."
"Good-night, not good-by," he answered. "Can't I come this far and help you to-morrow with the hay?"
"No, no."
"Let me send a couple of men, then."
"I'll do it alone. I'd rather. It's all in but this little bit."
"But please go slow. Don't wear yourself out, Dallas."
"If my work was all!" she said sorrowfully.
"If you would come here, now and then, to me, dear——"
"I'll never come again. This once, I couldn't help it. Oh, I tried and tried! But next time I can. I'll think of Marylyn. Why, I'd give my life to make her happy!"
"But your love—that goes where it pleases."