“I am in earnest,” said Neale.
Then the tension of the girl relaxed. Her face showed a rebirth of soul.
“I can’t accept,” she replied. If she thanked him it was with a look. Assuredly her eyes had never before held that gaze for Neale. Then she left the room, and presently Stanton’s companion followed her. But Beauty Stanton remained. She appeared amazed, even dismayed.
Larry lighted his cigarette. “Shore I’d call thet a square kid,” he said. “Neale, if you get any drunker you’ll lose all thet money.”
“I’ll lose it anyhow,” replied Neale, absent-mindedly.
“Wal, stake me right heah an’ now.”
At that Neale generously and still absent-mindedly delivered to Larry a handful of gold and notes that he did not count.
“Hell! I ain’t no bank,” protested the cowboy.
Hough and Ancliffe joined them and with amusement watched Larry try to find pockets enough for his small fortune.
“Easy come, easy go in Benton,” said the gambler, with a smile. Then his glance, alighting upon the quiet Stanton, grew a little puzzled. “Beauty, what ails you?” he asked.