She implored him, and he studied her in silence.
Suddenly hardness stamped his face. “I’ll come by Tucson, then—since I love you!” And he walked at once out of the door. She followed him to his horse, and there reached up and pulled him round to her, locking her fingers behind his neck. Again his passion swept him, and burned the doubt from his eyes. “I believe you love me!” he broke out.
“Ah, why need you say that?”
“Adios, chiquita.” He was smiling, and she looked at his white teeth and golden mustache. She felt his hands begin to unlock her own.
“Not yet—not yet!”
“Adios, chiquita.”
“O mi querido!” she murmured; “with you I forget day and night!”
“Bastante!” He kissed her once for all.
“Good-bye! good-bye! Mis labios van estar frios hasta que tu los toques otra vez” (My lips will be cold until you touch them again).
He caught her two hands, as if to cling to something. “Say that once more. Tell me that once more.”