"That's all for just now. You're a natural-born flirt, Phyllis. That's what's the matter with you."
"Thank you, Mr. Healy. You're the only one of my friends that has been so honest with me," she assured him sweetly.
"I'm the only one of them that is going to marry you. Don't think I'll let Keller butt in. Not on your life."
Her rage broke bounds. "I never in my life heard of anything so insolent. Never! You'll not let me do this or that. Who are you, Brill Healy?"
"I've told you. I'm the man that means to marry you," he persisted doggedly.
"You never will. I'm not thinking of marrying, but when I do I'll not ask for your indorsement. Be sure of that."
"I'll not stand it! He'd better look out!"
"Who do you mean?"
"Keller, that's who I mean. This thing is hanging over his head yet. He's got to come through with proofs he ain't a rustler, or he's got to pull his freight out of the Malpais country."
"And if he won't?"