"
"Is it any wonder a woman distrusts every man she meets?" mused
the chaperon. "Helen might forgive you, I couldn't."
"Oh, it's not that bad. I know what I'm doing."
"You will cause these cowboys to lose a lot more money."
"Not at all. When Culver arrives--"
"Oh, that is what I want to talk over with you," Mrs. Keap broke
in, nervously.
"Then it isn't about the foot-race? You are not angry?" Speed
brightened amazingly.
"I'm not exactly angry; I'm surprised and grieved. Of course, I
can't forgive deceit--I dare say I am more particular than most
people."
"But you won't tell?" Mrs. Keap indicated in some subtle manner
that she was not above making terms, whereupon her companion
declared, warmly: "I'm yours for life! Ask me for my watch, my
right eye, anything! I'll give it to you!"
"I assure you I sha'n't ask anything so important as that, but I
_shall_ ask a favor."
"Name it and it is yours!" Speed wrung the hand she offered.
"And perhaps I can do more than keep silent--although I don't see
what good it will do.
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