"I don't think that is your real reason. Oh, I forgot to return your letter. I'll bring it next time."
"I'll be goin' Thursday. Doc Andover he's goin' over to Sanborn and he ast me to go along with him."
"You mean—to stay?"
"For a spell, anyhow. But I'm comin' back."
Doris glanced at her wrist watch and realized that it was long past the hour for the evening meal. "I'm going out to my sister's to-morrow, for the day. I may not see you before you leave,"
Pete sat up. "Shucks! Well, I ain't sayin' thanks for what you done for me, Miss Gray. 'Thanks' sounds plumb starvin' poor and rattlin', side of what I want to tell you. I'd be a'most willin' to git shot ag'in—"
"Don't say that!" exclaimed Doris.
"I would be shakin' hands with you," said Pete. "But this here is just 'Adios,' for I'm sure comin' back."