She had just made up her mind to submit when she caught sight of Wetzel's familiar figure.

She ran to him and the hunter put one of his long arms around her.
"I reckon I kin take care of you, Betty," he said, a smile playing over his usually stern face.

"See here, you young bucks.

Betty don't want to be kissed, and if you keep on pesterin' her I'll have to scalp a few of you." The merriment grew as the day progressed.

During the wedding feast great hilarity prevailed.