"Hardly!" with a smile.
The relief of "Red"!
"I know, I know!" he cried. "But once she gets her mind set on a thing--"
"You mean you think she wants to marry me? Is that it?" Gilbert asked, not
taking the matter very seriously. He was busy at the box again, pulling the
top farther back.
"Well, I don't know as I'd say that," "Red" offered; "but I think she
thinks she wants to." He was sitting on the edge of the table, swinging one
leg. "She's prone to fancies, Angela is. Even I gotter admit that!"
"_Even_ you?" Gilbert inquired, puzzled.
The question made "Red" a bit nervous. He jumped to the floor, and then sat
down in the chair beside the table, pretending to be very much at ease.
"Like that traveling man from Saint Looey," he explained. "She thought she
cared for him. I tried to tell her different. I had to run him out of town
with a gun to prove it. But even then she didn't believe it until that New
York surveyor come along."
Gilbert looked up, "And she thought she loved him?"
"Until she met up with that hoss doctor from Albuquerque! An' now there's a
new feller in Bisbee!"
Jones was a trifle mystified, "Say, how do you happen to know so much about
her affairs, 'Red'?"
How involved he had become! He blushed like a schoolboy; got up, took his
pipe out of his mouth and emptied it in the fireplace.
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