He couldn't see anything so damn uncommon about that red-and-white chit.

She wasn't worth running your neck into a halter for--no woman that ever lived was worth that.
The correspondence, so far as Betty was responsible for it, bore just on one point.

She wanted Charley to promise that for a time, at least, he would not attempt to see her.

It seemed such a needless risk to take, couldn't he be satisfied if he heard from her every day?
Charley was regretful, but firm.

Just as soon as he could mount his horse he would ride down to Belle Plain.