You make up your mind what you want to pack, and I'll
have some men out here in a couple of days to do it for you. It
will be about the last work anybody else ever does for us. You
and I will do the unpacking and the arranging ourselves."
She made a last attempt.
"Elam, won't you be reasonable? There is time to reconsider. I
can telephone down and catch Mr. Hegan as soon as he reaches the
office--"
"Why, I'm the only reasonable man in the bunch right now," he
rejoined. "Look at me--as calm as you please, and as happy as a
king, while they're fluttering around like a lot of cranky hens
whose heads are liable to be cut off."
"I'd cry, if I thought it would do any good," she threatened.
"In which case I reckon I'd have to hold you in my arms some more
and sort of soothe you down," he threatened back. "And now I'm
going to go. It's too bad you got rid of Mab. You could have
sent her up to the ranch. But see you've got a mare to ride of
some sort or other."
As he stood at the top of the steps, leaving, she said:--
"You needn't send those men. There will be no packing, because I
am not going to marry you."
"I'm not a bit scared," he answered, and went down the steps.
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