Brave as the words were how her voice shook!
"Say, Harry—" How queer and deep and soft Garnett's voice was. He had thrown down his hat and stood there, shaking yet determined, his fists clenched at his sides. "Harry?... You reckon you could——"
"What, Chris?" The plunge of her heart was like the gallop of a frightened colt.
"—You reckon you could take me with 'em, with them dishes, break me in with 'em for yours?... Little girl?"
Her lips moved but no sound came from them. Yet he read her answer in her eyes and it must have satisfied him because he bent his head to hers and for an instant he held her. Then he took her hand. "Come along. Let's take a look at the winter half of this Homestead Ranch of ours."
THE END