That's all!" "Did she say anything ?" asked Cass, anxiously, as he received his lost treasure somewhat coldly.
"Well, yes! I reckon.

She asked me to stand betwixt Hornsby and you.

So don't _you_ tackle him, and I'll see _he_ don't tackle you," and with a portentous wink Mountain Charley whipped up his horses and was gone.
Cass opened the packet.

It contained nothing but the ring.

Unmitigated by any word of greeting, remembrance, or even raillery, it seemed almost an insult.