"And then, directly after the consultation is over, I must really get away. That is, if you are willing to—"
"You may leave everything in my hands."
"She hates me now!" the young man said, almost plaintively. "Did you ever see such a change?"
"I'm going to speak with her in the first saloon, so I'll leave you," said Isaacson.
Hartley had his hand on one of the cabin doors.
"Then I'll go in here. I sleep here."
"Good night," Isaacson said.
"Oh! you won't want me again?"
"Not to-night."
"Good night then."