There was no
safety for her shyness in the presence of that proverbial three
which makes a crowd, and she began to feel her heart again in
panic as once before. She took at once the opening she had given.
"I do need a mother so much, after growing up like Topsy all
these years. And mine is the dearest woman in the world. I fell
in love with her before, and I did not know who she was when I
was at he ranch."
"I'll agree to the second dearest in the world, but I reckon you
shoot too high when you say the plumb dearest."
"She is. We'll quarrel if you don't agree," trying desperately to
divert him from the topic she knew he meant to pursue. For in the
past two days he had been so busy helping O'Halloran that he had
not even had a glimpse of her. As a consequence of which each
felt half-dubious of the other's love, and Frances felt wholly
shy about expressing her own or even listening to his.
"Well, we're due for a quarrel, I reckon. But we'll postpone it
till we got more time to give it. He drew a watch from his pocket
and glanced at it "In less than fifteen minutes Mike and our two
friends who are making their getaway will come in that door
Henderson just went out of.
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