Shyly the long,
thick lashes lifted and let the big brown eyes meet his blue
ones. "Maybe I'm afraid for both of us."
"Would you care if one of their pills happened along in the
scrimmage and put me out of business? Honest, would you?"
"You haven't any right to talk that way. It's cruel," was the
reply that burst from the pretty lips, and he noticed that at his
suggestion the roses had died from soft cheeks.
"Well, I won't talk that way any more, little partner," he
answered gaily, taking the small hand in his. "For reasons good.
I'm fire-proof. The Mexican bullet hasn't been cast yet that can
find Bucky O'Connor's heart."
"But you mustn't think that, either, and be reckless," was the
next injunction. The shy laugh rang like music. "That's why I
want to go along, to see that you behave yourself properly."
"Oh, I'll behave," he laughed; for the young man found it very
easy to be happy when those sweet eyes were showing concern for
him. "I've got several good reasons why I don't aim to get bumped
off just yet. Heaps of first-rate reasons. I'll tell you what
some of them are one of these days," he dared to add.
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