“Not meaning any offense, it was something like that,” said Sucatash, candidly.
“She’ll get rid of the incumbrance, without trouble,” said De Launay, shortly.
“Well, she ain’t quite shy of friends, neither. I ain’t got no gold mines—never took no stock in them. But I’ve got a bunch of cows and the old man’s got a right nice ranch. If it wasn’t for one thing, I’d just rack in and try my luck with her.”
“What’s the one thing?”
“You,” said Sucatash, briefly.
“I’ve already told you that I don’t count. Her 266 marriage was merely a formality and she’ll be free within a short time.”
Sucatash grinned. “I hate to contradict you, old-timer. In fact, I sure wish you was right. But, even if she don’t know it herself, I know. It sure beats the deuce how much those eyes of hers can say even when they don’t know they’re sayin’ it.”
De Launay nodded. He was thinking of the lights in them when she had turned them on him of late.
“They told me something, not very long ago—and I’m gamblin’ there won’t be any divorce, pardner.”
“There probably won’t,” De Launay replied, shortly. “It won’t be necessary.”