Whispering Smith
“No, no! I am quite safe and I have only a short ride. It is you who have far to go,” and she spoke again to Jim, who started briskly.
“Miss Dunning, won’t you listen just a moment? Please don’t run away!” McCloud was trying to come up with her. “Won’t you hear me a moment? I have suffered some little humiliation to-day; I should really rather be shot up than have more put on me. I am a man and you are a woman, and it is already dark. Isn’t it for me to see you safely to the house? Won’t you at least pretend I can act as an escort and let me go with you? I should make a poor figure trying to catch you on horseback”
Dicksie nodded naïvely. “With that horse.”
“With any horse—I know that,” said McCloud, keeping at her side.
“But I can’t let you ride back with me,” declared Dicksie, urging Jim and looking directly at McCloud for the first time. “How could I explain?”
“Let me explain. I am famous for explaining,” urged McCloud, spurring too.
“And will you tell me what I should be doing while you were explaining?” she asked.
“Perhaps getting ready a first aid for the injured.”
“I feel as if I ought to run away,” declared
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