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right to ask you to marry me," I replied abjectly.
    "Russ, don't think me proud," she faltered. "I wouldn't care who you were if I could only-only respect you. Some things about you are splendid, you're such a man, that's why I cared. But you gamble. You drink-and Ihate that. You're dangerous they say, and I'd be, I am in constant dread you'll kill somebody. Remember, Russ, I'm no Texan."
    This regret of Sally's, this faltering distress at giving me pain, was such sweet assurance that she did love me, better than she knew, that I was divided between extremes of emotion.
    "Will you wait? Will you trust me a little? Will you give me a chance? After all, maybe I'm not so bad as I seem."
    "Oh, if you weren't! Russ, are you asking me to trust you?"
    "I beg you to-dearest. Trust me and wait."
    "Wait? What for? Are you really on the square, Russ? Or are you what George calls you-a drunken cowboy, a gambler, sharp with the cards, a gun-fighter?"
    My face grew cold as I felt the blood leave it. At that moment mention of George Wright fixed once for all my hate of him.
    Bitter indeed was it that I dared not give him the lie. But what could I do? The character Wright gave me was scarcely worse than what I had chosen to represent. I had to acknowledge the justice of his claim, but nevertheless I hated him.
    "Sally, I ask you to trust me in spite of my reputation."
    "You ask me a great deal," she replied.
    "Yes, it's too much. Let it be then only this-you'll wait. And while you wait, promise not to flirt with Wright and Waters."
    "Russ, I'll not let George or any of them so much as dare touch me," she declared in girlish earnestness, her voice rising. "I'll promise if you'll promise me not to go into those saloons any more."
    One word would have brought her into my arms for good and all. The better side of Sally Langdon showed then in her appeal. That appeal was as strong as the drawing power of her little face, all eloquent with its light, and eyes dark with tears, and lips wanting to smile.
    My response should have been instant. How I yearned to give it and win the reward I imagined I saw on her tremulous lips! But I was bound. The grim, dark nature of my enterprise there in Linrock returned to stultify my eagerness, dispel my illusion, shatter my dream.
    For one instant it flashed through my mind to tell Sally who I was, what my errand was, after the truth. But the secret was not mine to tell. And I kept my pledges.
    The hopeful glow left Sally's face. Her disappointment seemed keen. Then a little scorn of certainty was the bitterest of all for me to bear.
    "That's too much to promise all at once," I protested lamely, and I knew I would have done better to keep silence.
    "Russ, a promise like that is nothing-if a man loves a girl," she retorted. "Don't make any more love to me, please, unless you want me to laugh at you. And don't feel such terrible trouble if you happen to see me flirting occasionally."
    She ended with a little mocking laugh. That was the perverse side of her, the cat using her claws. I tried not to be angry, but failed.
    "All right. I'll take my medicine," I replied bitterly. "I'll certainly never make love to you again. And I'll stand it if I happen to see Waters kiss you, or any other decent fellow. But look out how you let that damned backbiter Wright fool around you!"
    I spoke to her as I had never spoken before, in quick, fierce meaning, with eyes holding hers.
    She paled. But even my scarce-veiled hint did not chill her anger. Tossing her head she wheeled and rode away.
    I followed at a little distance, and thus we traveled the ten miles back to the ranch. When we reached the corrals she dismounted and, turning her horse over to Dick, she went off toward the house without so much as a nod or good-by to me.
    I went down to town for once in a mood to live up to what had been heretofore only a sham character.
    But turning a corner into the main street I instantly forgot myself at the sight of a crowd congregated