that Dowling girl. Do you know what they're saying here in town? They say you were crazy about her, and she just laughed at you."
"Oh, they do, do they?" He flung his cigarette away angrily. "Well, to hell with them. Will you do what I want, or won't you?"
"You couldn't take the car and leave it?"
"And have them telegraph ahead and grab me off the train?"
She was silent, and the next moment he picked up his hat and started out.
"Tom!"
"That's all right. I know when I'm up against it."
"Listen, Tom. You do like me a little, don't you?"
"That depends," he said guardedly.
"You know I care, Tom. I'm crazy about you."
"You act like it!"
"Listen, Tom. If I do it you'll owe me something. If I'm found out, the way this place talks"
"Well?"
"I'm going to say we're engaged."
"So that's the little game, is it?"
"It isn't a game. You'd want to act square, wouldn't you? And that Dowling girl's gone; you'll never see her again." And when he still hesitated her voice rose shrewishly. "I'll be taking a chance, even at that. I'm not fooled about you. Not for a minute. You won't make any girl happy. You're too hard."
"Is that so!" he said. "Then what's all the fuss about?"
"You're the sort who will take all they can get, without paying for it," she told him bitterly. "I've heard that before about you, but I never believed it."
"I haven't run up any bill yet," he said stiffly. But nevertheless the drift of her argument was telling on him. After all, what difference did it make? Kay was gone; he would never see her again. What had he to look ahead to? Three or four more years of riding, and he would be through. A man couldn't ride forever; his joints got stiff. There came a day, if he kept on too long, when he couldn't get out of the
