the sweetest and purtiest gal on this range, and don't you forgit that, Mr. Hicks."
"Sho, now! don't git riled at me," grunted the older man. "No offense intended. But I hate to see you waste your time and money on a gal that don't give two pins for ye, Ike."
"I ain't axin' her to give two pins for me," said Ike, with a sort of groan. "I ain't up to the mark with her—I know that. But thar ain't no law keepin' me from spending my money as I please, is there?"
"I dunno," returned Bill Hicks. "Maybe there's one that'll cover the case and send a feller like you to the foolish factory. Sally Dickson won't have nothing to say to you."
"Never mind," said Ike, grimly. "You take this two dollar bill, Miss Ruthie—if you will. And you buy the nicest box o' candy yo' kin find in Bullhide. When you come back by Lem Dickson's, jest drop it there for Sally. Yo' needn't say who sent it," added the bashful cowboy, wistfully. "Jest—jest say one o' the boys told you to buy it for her. That's all, Miss. It won't be too much trouble?"
"Of course it won't, Mr. Stedman," declared Ruth, earnestly. "I'll gladly do your errand."
"Thank you, Miss," returned the foreman, and spurring his horse he rode rapidly away to escape further remarks from his boss.
