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He received it, hugely grinning, and turned it over and over. “My!” he murmured again. “Why, shucks!” He looked at Miss Buckner with stark rapture, caressing the polished revolver at the same time with a fond, unconscious thumb. “You hold it just as steady as I could,” he said with pride, and added, insinuatingly, “I could learn yu’ the professional drop in a morning. This here is a little dandy gun.”

“You’d not trade, though,” said she, “for all your flattery.”

“Will yu’ trade?” pounced Lin. “Won’t yu’?”

“Now, Mr. McLean, I am afraid you’re thoughtless. How could a girl like me ever hold that awful.45 Colt steady?”

“She knows the brands, too!” cried Lin, in ecstasy. “See here,” he remarked to me with a manner that smacked of command, “we’re losing time right now. You go and tell the agent to hustle and fix his room up for a lady, and I’ll bring her along.”

I found the agent willing, of course, to sleep on the floor of the office. The toy station was also his home. The front compartment held the ticket and telegraph and mail and express chattels, and the railing, and room for the public to stand; through a door you then passed to the sitting, dining, and sleeping box; and through another to a cooking-stove in a pigeon-hole. Here flourished the agent and his lungs, and here the company’s strict orders bade him sleep in charge; so I helped him put his room to rights. But we need not have hurried ourselves. Mr. McLean was so long in bringing the lady that I went out and found him walking and talking with her, while fifty yards away skulked poor Texas, alone. This boy’s name was, like himself, of the somewhat unexpected order, being Manassas Donohoe.

As I came towards the new friends they did not appear to be joking, and on seeing me Miss Buckner said to Lin, “Did he know?”

Lin hesitated.

“You did know!” she exclaimed, but lost her resentment at once, and continued, very quietly and with a friendly tone, “I reckon you don’t like to have to tell folks bad news.”

It was I that now hesitated.

“Not to a strange girl, anyway!” said she. “Well, now I have good news to tell you. You would not have given me any shock if you had said you knew about poor Nate, for that’s the reason–Of course those things can’t be secrets! Why, he’s only twenty, sir! How should he know about this world? He hadn’t learned the first little thing when he left home five years ago. And I am twenty-three–old enough to be Nate’s grandmother, he’s that young and thoughtless. He couldn’t ever realize bad companions when they came around. See that!” She showed me a paper, taking it out like a precious thing, as indeed it was; for it was a pardon signed by Governor Barker. “And the Governor has let me carry it to Nate myself. He won’t know a thing about it till I tell him. The Governor was real kind, and we will never forget him. I reckon Nate must have a mustache by now?” said she to Lin.

“Yes,” Lin answered, gruffly, looking away from her, “he has got a mustache all right.”

“He’ll be glad to see you,” said I, for something to say.

“Of course he will! How many hours did you say we will be?” she asked Lin, turning from me again, for Mr. McLean had not been losing time. It was plain that between these two had arisen a freemasonry from which I was already shut out. Her woman’s heart had answered his right impulse to tell her about her brother, and I had been found wanting!

So now she listened over again to the hours of stage jolting that “we” had before us, and that lay between her and Nate. “We would be four–herself, Lin, myself, and the boy Billy.” Was Billy the one at supper? Oh no; just Billy Lusk, of Laramie. “He’s a kid I’m taking up the country,” Lin explained. “Ain’t you most tuckered out?”