“Give her to me,” interrupted Jack.
“Hare!”
“I love her!”
Naab's stern face relaxed. “Well, I'm beat! Though I don't see why you should be different from all the others. It was that time you spent with her on the plateau. I thought you too sick to think of a woman!”
“Mescal cares for me,” said Hare.
“Ah! That accounts. Hare, did you play me fair?”
“We tried to, though we couldn't help loving.”
“She would have married Snap but for you.”
“Yes. But I couldn't help that. You brought me out here, and saved my life. I know what I owe you. Mescal meant to marry your son when I left for the range last fall. But she's a true woman and couldn't. August Naab, if we ever find her will you marry her to him—now?”
“That depends. Did you know she intended to run?”