"Sure." He caught her hand to lead her to the bench and she
winced involuntarily.
"I burned it," she explained, adding, with a ripple of shy
laughter: "When I was reading your letter. It doesn't really
hurt, though."
But he had to see for himself and make much over the little
blister that the flame of a match revealed to him. For they were
both very much in love, and, in consequence, bubbling over with
the foolishness that is the greatest inherited wisdom of the
ages.
But though her lover had acquiesced so promptly to her demand for
a full account of his adventures since leaving her, that young
man had no intention of offering an unexpurged edition of them.
It was his hope that O'Halloran would storm the prison during the
night and effect a rescue. If so, good; if not, there was no need
of her knowing that for them the new day would usher in fresh
sorrow. So he gave her an account of his trial and its details,
told her how he had been convicted, and how Colonel Onate had
fought warily to get the sentence of execution postponed in order
to give their friends a chance to rescue them.
"When Megales remanded me to prison I wanted to let out an
Arizona yell, Curly.
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