“Yes.”
Beef Bissell, his eyes flashing the fire that had made him feared in the earlier, rougher days of the range, finally stopped at the door.
“Come on out with me and talk to Red,” he ordered his foreman, and the latter, whose eyes had never left Juliet since he entered the room, reluctantly obeyed.
Presently Mrs. Bissell took herself off, and Bud and the girl were left alone.
“I suppose you’ll marry some time,” said Larkin, after a long pause.
“I sincerely hope so,” was her laughing rejoinder.
“Any candidates at present?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, I know of a very active one—he just left the room.”
“Who, Mike? Bud, that’s preposterous! 37 I’ve known him ever since I was a little girl, and would no more think of marriage with him than of keeping pet rattlesnakes.”