“I could use six times as much!” Connie laughed. “I think I’ll take it home and hide it under the bed. I know one thing! Not a cent will be deposited in the First National Bank.”
“You don’t trust the banker?” smiled the cowboy.
“He and I don’t feel too friendly toward each other.”
“Seriously though, Miss Carl, you’re not thinking of carrying that money on your person?”
“Why not?” asked Connie quickly. “I’ll cash the check just before I start for the ranch.”
“Aren’t you afraid someone might rob you?”
Such a thought had never even occurred to Connie.
“There hasn’t been a holdup around here since the stagecoach stopped running!” she laughed. “Besides, no one could ever get this money away from me.”
Jim Barrows said no more, but after chatting for a few minutes wandered off again. It was the longest conversation he had ever carried on with Connie.
“He really acted as if he were worried about my money,” the girl thought.