“But, Tom—I oughtn't,” replied Bo, haltingly.
“Did you promise Roy not to tell?”
“No.”
“Or your sister?”
“No. I didn't promise either.”
“Wal, then you tell me. I want you to trust me in this here matter. But not because I love you an' once had a wild dream you might care a little for me—”
“Oh—Tom!” faltered Bo.
“Listen. I want you to trust me because I'm the one who knows what's best. I wouldn't lie an' I wouldn't say so if I didn't know shore. I swear Dale will back me up. But he can't be here for some days. An' thet gang has got to be bluffed. You ought to see this. I reckon you've been quick in savvyin' Western ways. I couldn't pay you no higher compliment, Bo Rayner.... Now will you tell me?”
“Yes, I will,” replied Bo, with the blaze leaping to her eyes.
“Oh, Bo—please don't—please don't. Wait!” implored Helen.