"Yes," says I; "he ain't hurt none."
"What were you talking about so long?" says she.
"A good many things—you, for instance," I says to her.
"What did he say?" she ast of me.
"Why, nothing much; only how sorry he was you saved his life."
"Sorry—why?"
"Well, it makes a man feel mighty mean to have a woman save his life."
"Did he say that?" she says to me. Now when Bonnie Bell smiles she sort of has a dimple here and there. She sort of smiled now. "What kept you out there so long? You two people was talking like two old women."
"Well," I says, "I was just promising to show him how to rope; he says he wants to learn."
"When are you going to show him, Curly?"