"Sure, I'll go along and carry it. Just as Mac says, I'll be real
pleased to go," said Denver, hastily.
Mac felt he had been a trifle precipitate in his assumption that
Nora did not intend to go herself. Lee Ming had established a
laundry some half mile from the ranch, and the way thereto lay
through most picturesque shadow and moonlight. The foreman had
conscientious scruples against letting Denver escort her down
such a veritable lovers' lane of romantic scenery.
"I don't know as y'u ought to go out in the night air with that
cold, Denver. I'd hate a heap to have y'u catch pneumony. It
don't seem to me I'd be justified in allowin' y'u to," said the
foreman, anxiously.
"You're THAT thoughtful, Mac. But I expect mebbe a little saunter
with Miss Nora will do my throat good. We'll walk real slow, so's
not to wear out my strength."
"Big, husky fellows like y'u are awful likely to drop off with
pneumony. I been thinkin' I got some awful good medicine that
would be the right stuff for y'u. It's in the drawer of my
wash-stand. Help yourself liberal and it will surely do y'u good.
Y'u'll find it in a bottle."
"I'll bet it's good medicine, Mac. After we get home I'll drop
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