"No matter what you suppose, I'm sure you'll leave that part of it
merely a game, Dick!"
He laughed suddenly, though the sound broke off as short and sharp as
it began.
"Haven't I played a game all my life with the fair ladies? And have I
anything to show for it except laughter? I'll go with you, Mary, if
you'll let me."
"Dick, you've a heart of gold! What shall I take?"
"I'll make the pack up, and I'll be back here an hour after dark and
whistle. Like this--"
And he gave the call of Boone's gang.
"I understand. I'll be ready. Hurry, Dick, for we've very little
time."
He hesitated, then: "All the time we're on the trail you must be far
from me, and at the end of it will be Pierre le Rouge--and happiness
for you. Before we start, Mary, I'd like to--"
It seemed that she read his mind, for she slipped suddenly inside
his arms, kissed him, and was gone from the room. He stood a moment
with a hand raised to his face.
"After all," he muttered, "that's enough to die for, and--" He threw
up his long arms in a gesture of resignation.
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