“Oh, Jim! Run upstairs and knock on Miss Melissy’s door and tell her Mr. Norris is down here. Ask if she will see him to-night.”
“You’re making a heap of formality out of this, Mr. Buttinsky,” sneered the cowpuncher. 157
Jack made no answer, unless it were one to whistle gently and look out into the night as if he were alone.
“No, seh. She doan’ wan’ tuh see him to-night,” announced Jim upon his return.
“That seems to settle it, Mr. Norris,” said Jack pleasantly.
“Not by a hell of a sight. I’ve got something to say to her, and I’m going to say it.”
“To-morrow,” amended the officer.
“I said to-night.”
“But your say doesn’t go here against hers. I reckon you’ll wait.”
“Not so’s you could notice it.” The cowpuncher took a step forward toward the stairway, but Flatray was there before him.