“Weren’t you taking a long chance of being killed first? Some one with a grudge against him might have shot you.”
“They haven’t yet,” he smiled.
“You might at least have told me how it was,” she reproached.
“I started to tell y’u that first day, but it looked so much of a fairy tale to unload that I passed it up.”
“Then you ought not to blame me for thinking you what you were not.”
“I don’t remember blaming y’u. The fact is I thought it awful white of y’u to do your Christian duty so thorough, me being such a miscreant,” he drawled.
“You gave me no chance to think well of you.”
“But yet y’u did your duty from A to Z.”
“We’re not talking about my duty,” she flashed back. “My point is that you weren’t fair to me. If I thought ill of you how could I help it?”
“I expaict your Kalamazoo conscience is worryin’ y’u because y’u misjudged me.”