"Sure."
Bat nodded. A deep satisfaction stirred him.
"I reckoned that way, ever since— Say, I'm glad."
But Bull's mood had sobered.
"She's in the enemy camp though," he demurred.
"It'll hand you another scrap—haulin' her out."
"Yes."
Bat rose from his chair and stretched his trunk-like body.
"Well," he said, "it's me for the blankets." Then he emitted a deep-throated chuckle. "You get at it, boy," he went on. "An' if you're needin' any help I can pass, why, count on it. If you mean marryin' I'd sooner see you hook up team with that red-haired gal than anything in the world I ever set two eyes on. Guess I'll hand you my stuff in the morning if the storm quits."
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