“There’s not a bit of use to go on harping on that, Earl,” she said, in a way of friendly counsel, the incident already past and trampled under foot, it seemed. “If you want to stay here and work for dad, three years or thirty years, I don’t care, but don’t count on me. I guess if you go straight and prove you deserve it, you’ll not need any girl to help you get the money.”
“It’s got to be you––nobody else, Joan.”
“Then kiss your old million––or whatever it is––good-bye!”
Joan lifted to the saddle as if swept into it by a wave, and drew her reins tight, and galloped away.
CHAPTER XXI
TIM SULLIVAN BREAKS A CONTRACT
“And that will be the end of it,” said Tim Sullivan, finality in his tone, his face stern, his manner severe. “I’ve passed my word to old Malcolm that you’ll have his boy, and have him you will.”
“Boy!” said Joan.