“Brandon, I would do anything you asked me to,” she replied without flippancy.
“Oh! . . . Thank you—that relieves me,” returned Wade, composed and staggered. “Good-by.” And he turned to Pencarrow who came out of the house with a packet of letters.
“How long will you be gone?” added Jacqueline.
“I don’t know. We’ll hurry. Believe me.”
“If you meet John McComb give him my regards. He was very nice to Rona and me.”
“I shall not forget,” replied Wade, vaguely disquieted. Then Pencarrow claimed his attention.
“Letters to mail,” said the rancher. “Here’s three lists. Mine, mother’s and the girls’. I shore wouldn’t be in your boots.… Sell for the best price you can get. Buy complete outfits for yourself an’ your riders, not forgettin’ the Winchesters an’ shells you mentioned. Heah’s my bank
