The Best Western Novels of William MacLeod Raine. William MacLeod Raine
think we did. There will be no more Shoshone gang. It's members have scatted in all directions.”
“I'm glad you stayed, then. We can live at peace now.” And presently she added: “I knew you would not come back until you had done what you set out to do. You're very obstinate, sir. Do you know that?”
“Perseverance, I call it,” he smiled, glad to see that she was recovering her lightness of tone.
“You don't always insist on putting your actions in the most favorable light. Do you remember the first day I ever saw you?”
“Am I likely ever to forget it?” he smiled fondly.
“I didn't mean THAT. What I was getting at was that you let me go away from you thinking you were 'the king.' I haven't forgiven you entirely for that.”
“I expect y'u'll always have to be forgiving me things.”
“If you valued my good opinion I don't see how you could let me go without telling me. Was it fair or kind?”
“If y'u come to that, was it so fair and kind to convict me so promptly on suspicion?” he retaliated with a smile.
“No, it wasn't. But—” She flushed with a divine shyness. “But I loved you all the time, even when they said you were a villain.”
“Even while y'u believed me one?”
“I didn't. I never would believe you one—not deep in my heart. I wouldn't let myself. I made excuses for you—explained everything to myself.”
“Yet your reason told y'u I was guilty.”
“Yes, I think my mind hated you and my heart loved you.”
He adored her for the frank simplicity of her confession, that out of the greatness of her love she dared to make no secret of it to him. Direct as a boy, she was yet as wholly sweet as the most retiring girl could be.
“Y'u always swamp my vocabulary, sweetheart. I can't ever tell y'u—life wouldn't be long enough—how much I care for you.”
“I'm glad,” she said simply.
They stood looking at each other, palms pressed to palms in meeting hands, supremely happy in this miracle of love that had befallen them. They were alone—for Nora and Jim had gone into temporary eclipse behind a hill and seemed in no hurry to emerge—alone in the sunshine with this wonder that flowed from one to another by shining eyes, by finger touch, and then by meeting lips. He held her close, knew the sweet delight of contact with the supple, surrendered figure, then released her as she drew away in maidenly reserve.
“When shall we be married, Helen? Is the early part of next week too late?” he asked.
Still blushing, she straightened her hat. “That's ridiculous, sir. I haven't got used to the thought of you yet.”
“Plenty of time for that afterward. Then we'll say next week if that suits y'u.”
“But it doesn't. Don't you know that it is the lady's privilege to name the day? Besides, I want time to change my mind if I should decide to.”
“That's what I'm afraid of,” he laughed joyfully. “So I have to insist on an early marriage.”
“Insist?” she demurred.
“I've been told on the best of authority that I'm very obstinate,” he gayly answered.
“I have a mind of my own myself. If I ever marry you be sure I shall name the day, sir.”
“Will y'u marry me the day Nora does Jim?”
“We'll see.” The eyes slanted at him under the curved lashes, teased him delightfully. “Did Nora tell you she was going to marry Jim?”
Bannister looked mildly hurt. “My common sense has been telling it to me a month.”
“How long has your common sense been telling you about us?”
“I didn't use it when I fell in love with y'u,” he boldly laughed.
“Of all things to say!”
Ridgway of Montana
Story of To-day,
In Which the Hero is also the Villain
Chapter 1. Two Men and a Woman
Chapter 8. The Honorable Thomas B. Pelton
Chapter 10. Harley Makes a Proposition
Chapter 11. Virginia Intervenes
Chapter 12. Aline Makes a Discovery
Chapter 15. Laska Opens a Door
Chapter 16. An Explosion in the Taurus
Chapter 18. Further Developments
Chapter 19. One Million Dollars
Chapter 20. A Little Lunch at Aphonse's
Chapter 22. "Not Guilty"—"Guilty"