"There ain't nobody going to tell her." Speaking sternly to Bud, he added: "You make her a good husband."
Bud seized the Sheriff's hand, wringing it warmly. "I will, Slim; I will," he promised.
The wait had been too long for Polly. She returned before Slim called her, saying: "I'm tired of waiting on you-all. Haven't you finished up that business yet?"
"Yes, ma'am, it's finished," replied Slim.
"Did Bud tell you about it?" inquired Polly.
"He told me. Seems like you two are going to get married."
"Uh-huh," laughed Polly happily. "And, oh, say, will you stand up for Bud?"
"I reckon Bud can stand up for himself now, with you to help him," answered Slim emphatically.
"We'll run over and tell the boys you're back," shouted Bud.
Slim took the hands of the young people in his own big ones. "I'm right glad you two are going to hitch up," he said. "I am dead sure you'll make a even runnin' team."