There was a moment without response. The cattleman’s eyes rolled ominously. But finally they found Molly’s face, and remained looking into it.
“You’ll—mate—up with him?” he mumbled, in a faint whisper.
The girl was powerless to hold back the flood of tears which rolled all unheeded down her cheeks. But she steadied herself to reply.
Her simple “Yes” came in a low tone no louder than the old cattleman’s whisper. And, though her face was deliberately turned from the man beside her, it reached his keenly intent ears.
But, alas, it fell without meaning upon the dead ears of the faithful Lightning.
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.
Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.