"No, no," said Gwen, wiping away her tears and subduing her laughter. "Go on, Bill."
"There ain't no more," said Bill. "He bit, and the master here put it down."
"Yes, it's here right enough," I said, "but I don't suppose you mean to follow it up, do you?"
"You don't, eh? Well, I am not responsible for your supposin', but them that is familiar with Bronco Bill generally expects him to back up his undertaking."
"But how in the world can you get five hundred dollars from the cowboys for a church?"
"I hain't done the arithmetic yet, but it's safe enough. You see, it ain't the church altogether, it's the reputation of the boys."
"I'll help, Bill," said Gwen.
Bill nodded his head slowly and said: "Proud to have you," trying hard to look enthusiastic.
"You don't think I can," said Gwen. Bill protested against such an imputation. "But I can, I'll get daddy and The Duke, too."
"Good line!" said Bill, slapping his knee.
"And I'll give all my money, too, but it isn't very much," she added, sadly.
"Much!" said Bill, "if the rest of the fellows
