"
"What'll y'u do for my heart, ma'am, if it gits bad the way
Denver figures it will?"
"Y'u might try a mustard plaster," she gurgled, with laughter.
For once the debonair foreman's ready tongue had brought him to
defeat. He was about to retire from the field temporarily when
Nora herself offered first aid to the wounded.
"We would like to have you come along with us, Mr. McWilliams. I
want you to come if you can spare the time."
The soft eyes telegraphed an invitation with such a subtle
suggestion of a private understanding that Mac was instantly
encouraged to accept.
He knew, of course, that she was playing them against each other
and sitting back to enjoy the result, but he was possessed of the
hope common to youths in his case that he really was on a better
footing with her than the other boys. This opinion, it may be
added, was shared by Denver, Frisco and even Reddy as regards
themselves. Which is merely another way of putting the
regrettable fact that this very charming young woman was given to
coquetting with the hearts of her admirers.
"Any time y'u get oneasy about that cough y'u go right on home,
Denver. Don't stay jest out of politeness. We'll never miss y'u,
anyhow," the foreman assured him.
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