His showed strength and competency and the roughness that comes
of the struggle of life. But hers was strangely tender and
confiding, compact of the qualities that go to make up the
strength of the weak. Surely he deserved the worst if he was not
good to her, a shield and buckler against the storms that must
beat against them in the great adventure they were soon to begin
together.
Reverently he raised the little hand and kissed its palm.
"Sure, sweetheart I had forgotten about your mother's claim. We
can wait, I reckon," he added with a smile. "You must always set
me straight when I lose the trail of what's right, Curly Haid.
You are to be a guiding-star to me."
"And you to me. Oh, Bucky, isn't it good?"
He kissed her again hurriedly, for the train was jarring to a
halt. Before he could answer in words, O'Halloran burst into the
coach, at the head of his little company.
"All serene, Bucky. This is the last scene, and the show went
without a hitch in the performance anywhere. "
Bucky smiled at Frances as he answered his enthusiastic friend:
"That's right. Not a hitch anywhere."
"And say, Bucky, who do you think is in the other coach dressed
as one of the guards?"
"Colonel Roosevelt," the ranger guessed promptly.
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