“Let me pay it,” she cried. “I have money in my own right—seven thousand dollars. I’ll give it all to save him.”
He shook his head. “No use. We’ve turned down a big offer from West. Your seven thousand isn’t a drop in the bucket.”
She beat her hands together wildly. “There must be some way to save him.”
The outlaw was looking at her with narrowed eyes. He saw a way, and was working it out in his mind. “You’re willing to pay, are you?” he asked.
“Yes—yes! All I have.”
He put his arms akimbo on the corral fence, and looked long at her. “Suppose the price can’t be paid in money, Miss Lee.”
“What do you mean?”
“Money isn’t the only thing in this world. There 298 are lots of things it won’t buy that other things will,” he said slowly.
She groped for his meaning, her wide eyes fixed on his, and still did not find it. “Be plainer, please. What can I do to save him?”
“You might marry me.”