"That so? Then we'll have to walk over and look at it."
"I done looked at it already," said Little Jim.
"Well, then, let's go and price it."
"I done priced it. It's twelve-fifty."
"Well, what do you say to going over and buying it?"
"Sure! Is dad gone?"
"Yes. He left here last night. I thought Miss Gray was with you," said Bartley.
"Sure! She had to come to town to buy some things. She's over to Hodges' now."
Dorothy had not waited for him to appear. Bartley was a bit piqued. But he asked himself why should he be? They were the merest acquaintances. True, they had spent several hours together, reading and discussing verse. But no doubt that had been purely impersonal, on her part. With Little Jim as his guide, Bartley entered Hodges' general store. Dorothy was at the back of the store making purchases. Bartley watched her a moment. He felt a tug at his sleeve.
"The guns is over on this side," declared Little Jim.