"Why don't you invite me to go along?" Evadna challenged from the
gate, when he was ready to start. She laughed when she said it,
but there was something beneath the laughter, if he had only been
close enough to read it.
"I didn't think you'd want to ride through all that dust and heat
again to-day," he called back. "You're better off in the shade."
"Going to call on 'Squaw-talk-far-off'--AGAIN?" She was still
laughing, with something else beneath the laugh.
He glanced at her quickly, wondering where she had gotten the
name, and in his wonder neglected to make audible reply. Also he
passed over the change to ride back to the gate and tell her
good-by--with a hasty kiss, perhaps, from the saddle--as a lover
should have done.
He was not used to love-making. For him, it was settled that
they loved each other, and would marry some day--he hoped the day
would be soon. It did not occur to him that a girl wants to be
told over and over that she is the only woman in the whole world
worth a second thought or glance; nor that he should stop and say
just where he was going, and what he meant to do, and how
reluctant he was to be away from her.
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