“I’m glad.”
“Well, I ain’t sorry myself, though I helped Bucky hunt real thorough for him.”
“Father will be pleased to know you got the treasure back,” Alice said presently, after they had ridden a bit in silence.
“And your father’s daughter, Miss Alice—is she pleased?”
“What pleases father pleases me.” Her voice, cool as the plash of ice water, might have daunted a less resolute man. But this one had long since determined the manner of his wooing and was not to be driven from it.
“I’m glad of that. Your father’s right friendly to me,” he announced, with composure.
“Indeed!”
“Sho! I ain’t going to run away and hide because you look like you don’t know I’m in Arizona. What kind of a lover would I be if I broke for cover every time you flashed those dark eyes at me?”
“Mr. Collins!”
“My friends call me Val,” he suggested, smiling.