He, with a touch of his old fire, said: "This sure beats a holler log, but all the same I'll be glad to see the time when I can camp on my saddle again." Mary only smiled and patted him like a mother caressing a babe.

"I'll hate to have you go and leave me--now." "No danger of that, Mary.

We camp down on the same blanket from this on." Mr.Excell came on to marry them, but Jack sent his best wishes by mail; he could not quite bring himself to see Mary give herself away--even to his hero.
Mrs.Raimon took her defeat with most touching grace.

"You're right," she said.

"He's yours--I know that perfectly well, but you must let me help him to make a start.