She nodded. “It makes a difference,” she replied. “I am not one that——”
“You are one that traded a mine worth millions that I might have dogs to take me out,” he interrupted. 312 “Now I will buy those dogs from you and for them I will pay the value of a dozen gold mines. If you will kiss me again I will endow you with every oil well on my father’s ancestral acres!”
Solange broke into a laugh and her eyes grew deep and mysterious again as she stooped to him while the embarrassed Sucatash sidled out under the tent flap.
“You will make yourself poor,” she said.
“I couldn’t,” he answered, “so long as Morgan la fée is with me in Avalon.”
Sucatash called from outside, plaintively:
“I got the dogs fed and ready, mad’mo’selle—I mean, madame! Reckon we better carry the gen’ral out, now!”
Solange threw back the flap to let him enter again.
“We are ready—for Avalon,” she said.
“Wallace’s ranch, you mean, don’t you?” asked Sucatash.