How strange—stranger than anything that had ever happened to her before—was it to hear that name on the lips of this cowboy! It was a name by which she was familiarly known, though only those nearest and dearest to her had the privilege of using it. And now it revived her dulled faculties, and by an effort she regained control of herself.
“You are Majesty Hammond,” he replied; and this time he affirmed wonderingly rather than questioned.
Madeline rose and faced him.
“Yes, I am.”
He slammed his gun back into its holster.
“Well, I reckon we won’t go on with it, then.”
“With what, sir? And why did you force me to say Si to this priest?”
“I reckon that was a way I took to show him you’d be willing to get married.”
“Oh!... You—you!...” Words failed her.
This appeared to galvanize the cowboy into action. He grasped the padre and led him toward the door, cursing and threatening, no doubt enjoining secrecy. Then he pushed him across the threshold and stood there breathing hard and wrestling with himself.