Their eyes met. A spark from his flashed deep into hers as a star falls through the heavens on a summer night. Each looked away. After one breathless full-pulsed moment she recovered herself.
“Wouldn’t it be nice if——?”
His gaze followed hers to two riders in front of them. One was Maloney, the other Myra Anderson. The sound of the girl’s laughter rippled back to them on the light breeze.
Curly smiled. “Yes, that would be nice. The best I can say for her—and it’s a whole lot—is that I believe she’s good enough for Dick.”
“And the best I can say for him is that he’s good enough for her,” the girl retorted promptly.
“Then let’s hope——”
“I can’t think of anything that would please me more.”
He looked away into the burning sun on the edge of the horizon. “I can think of one thing that would please me more,” he murmured.
She did not ask him what it was, nor did he volunteer an explanation. Perhaps it was from the rising sun her face had taken its swift glow of warm color.