But Jack Ralston knew. He got to his feet, glaring at Honey, who paid no attention to him at all. He adjusted the split-ear headstall of his bridle, looked it over critically and came over to the steps. Ralston glanced from Honey to Laura and then shot a glance at Jim Wheeler, who, in spite of the misery in his soul, was trying to stifle a laugh.
“Well, I’ll be goin’,” said Ralston. “Good day.”
Honey twisted his mouth into a wide grin as he watched Ralston ride away.
“He is very entertaining,” said Laura.
“Who—Jack?” Honey grinned widely. “Liars mostly always are.”
Jim Wheeler laughed and went into the house, for which Honey thanked him mentally. Honey sat down on the steps, cuffed his hat to the back of his head and sighed deeply.
“How’s Peggy feelin’?” he asked.
“Better. She’s going back home with me; it’s all settled.”
“Uh-huh,” said Honey gloomily. “Lotta luck in that for me.”
“For you?”