You ought to know that."
"Pierre, I'd as soon make a joke out of a wildcat."
"Grinning still? Wilbur, I'm taking more from you than I would from
any man on the ranges."
"I know you are, and that's why I'm stringing this out because I'm
going to have a laugh--ha, ha, ha!--the rest of my life--ha, ha, ha,
ha!--whenever I think of this!"
The burst of merriment left him speechless, and Pierre, glowering,
his right hand twitching dangerously close to that holster at his hip.
He sobered, and said: "Go in and talk to her and prove that
I'm right."
"Ask Jack if she loves me? Why, I'd as soon ask any man the same
question."
The big long-rider was instantly curious.
"Has she never appealed to you as a woman, Pierre?"
"How could she? I've watched her ride; I've watched her use her gun;
I've slept rolled in the same blankets with her, back to back; I've
walked and talked and traveled with her as if she were my
kid brother."
Wilbur nodded, as if the miracle were being slowly unfolded before his
eyes.
"And you've never noticed anything different about her? Never watched
a little lift and grace in her walk that no man could ever have; never
seen her color change just because you, Pierre, came near or went far
away from her?"
"Because of me?" asked the bewildered Pierre.
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