“Well, we ought to make Athens to-night,” replied Scott, thoughtfully. “Tom could start back with our wagon early in the morning. Cochise and this fellow I’m riding, Jasper, could make it.”
“They’ll have to stay at the Sorias’ all night. They’ll be very uncomfortable.”
“Oh, I don’t know. They’re neither of them tenderfeet. They’ll get along.”
“It’ll be very romantic, of course, and very exciting,” sighed Polly.
“Well, people have a way of making love to widows,” said Polly, wistfully. “And anybody with half an eye can see that he likes her.”
“Shucks! Hard’s a gentleman; he won’t think he has to be rude to a woman just because he’s left alone with her overnight.”
“It isn’t being rude to ask a woman to marry you if you happen to like her, is it?” demanded Polly, with spirit.
“It is, under some circumstances,” replied Scott, shortly. “You’re pretty romantic, aren’t you, for a grown-up girl?”
“I? Not at all.” Polly flushed, indignantly. “But I’m interested when I see two people that I like falling nicely in love with each other.”