Harry had such a way of forcing her to act against her conscience.
"But I can't do that!" she would object to some proposition of his. "I'd like to. I think it would be great fun. But you know very well I've promised Dave Kelly to go up with him this afternoon to look at his claim."
"That doesn't matter," replied Harry cavalierly.
"But it does matter," she persisted. "I've promised."
"Oh, shake him. Tell him some yarn. Do something. It isn't every day I get an afternoon off this way." Though why he did not, it would be difficult to say.
"I know, but I've promised."
"Oh, very well," said Cheyenne Harry, with cold finality, and began to whistle as if the question were quite disposed of. This did not suit Molly at all.
"There isn't anything I can do, is there?" she asked after a moment.
"You know best."
"Oh, dear, I don't want you to feel like that."