"Everything! That you should care that much—that you——"
"But I wouldn't need to care—so very much—to come to bid you good-night—would I?" she interrupted.
"No—perhaps; but you do care! I seem to feel that you care for me—Hope!"
"No! I don't care for you a bit! Not at all—I mean——You haven't any right to talk to me like that! Certainly, I don't care for you, Mr. Livingston. Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you! I mean——This is no time for such things!"
"Hope!"
"Wait, listen! They will hear. See, Syd is coming!" She stepped back from him, pointing.
"What of it! You shall tell me! Look at me!" he commanded. "Do you know what you are making me believe—what you are telling me?"
"Nothing!" she insisted. "I am telling you nothing—only—wait!" She spoke hurriedly, catching her breath. "Before day-break I will be on that hill over there between your ranch and here—there above Fritz's grave, to watch the dawn of day—and the sunrise and——"
"And I will be waiting for you! God bless you, dear." He kissed the brown hand, which was snatched hurriedly from his clasp just as Sydney rode up beside them.
"You mustn't believe anything," she gasped under her breath.