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 "Didn't think of that?" queried Dave.

"No, I didn't. But—oh, hang it, man, she can't be married! How could she be? What makes you think she is? "

"I don't. I just said supposin'."

"Of course she isn't," said Wade self-convincingly. "Why, she didn't look married!"

"Well, I reckon some of 'em don't in this country," answered Dave sagely. "An' what's more a heap of 'em don't act married. I ain't sayin' you ain't right, boy, an' I hope you are. Only—well, say, now, I'd find out about-that before I made myself any more promises."

"It's kind of late already," said Wade with a scowl. "I—I'm in pretty deep, old man. If she is married—"

"Yes?" asked Dave encouragingly.

Wade laughed mirthlessly.

"Well, in that case, old man, I guess you'll see me back at Lone Mesa damn soon."

"Well, well, I reckon there's a heap more