“And you'll not come a-ridin'?” he persisted.
“No,” she answered him; “no.” And he knew that he could not make her.
“Then I will tell yu' good-by,” said he. “But I am comin' again. And next time I'll have along a gentle hawss for yu'.”
“Next time! Next time! Well, perhaps I will go with you. Do you live far?”
“I live on Judge Henry's ranch, over yondeh.” He pointed across the mountains. “It's on Sunk Creek. A pretty rough trail; but I can come hyeh to see you in a day, I reckon. Well, I hope you'll cert'nly enjoy good health, ma'am.”
“Oh, there's one thing!” said Molly Wood, calling after him rather quickly. “I—I'm not at all afraid of horses. You needn't bring such a gentle one. I—was very tired that day, and—and I don't scream as a rule.”
He turned and looked at her so that she could not meet his glance. “Bless your heart!” said he. “Will yu' give me one o' those flowers?”
“Oh, certainly! I'm always so glad when people like them.”
“They're pretty near the color of your eyes.”
“Never mind my eyes.”