"I--I don't understand," she said breathlessly.
"And you ain't answered my proposition, though I guess no answer
is necessary. We're just going to get married right away and
start. I've sent Bob and Wolf along already. When will you be
ready?"
Dede could not forbear to smile. "My, what a hurricane of a man
it is. I'm quite blown away. And you haven't explained a word
to me."
Daylight smiled responsively.
"Look here, Dede, this is what card-sharps call a show-down. No
more philandering and frills and long-distance sparring between
you and me. We're just going to talk straight out in meeting--the
truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Now you
answer some questions for me, and then I'll answer yours."
He paused. "Well, I've got only one question after all: Do you
love me enough to marry me?"
"But--" she began.
"No buts," he broke in sharply. "This is a show-down. When I
say marry, I mean what I told you at first, that we'd go up and
live on the ranch. Do you love me enough for that?"
She looked at him for a moment, then her lids dropped, and all of
her seemed to advertise consent.
"Come on, then, let's start.
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