He was still politely attentive, but his head turned, and the eager eyes found something of interest across the street.

She knew her grip on him was failing and she struggled to regain it.

Here was her man, she knew.

Here was one who would ride the fiercest outlaw horse on the ranch; wear out the toughest cowboy; play with them to weariness when they wanted to play, fight with them to exhaustion when they wanted to fight, and as her right-hand man, advise her for the best.
"As for terms, the right man can make them for himself," she concluded, hopelessly: "Mr.Perris, I think you could be the man for the place.
What do you say to trying ?" He paused, diffidently, and she knew that in the pause he was hunting for polite terms of refusal.
"I'll tell you how it is.

You're mighty kind to make the offer.