fellers was standin' around me with their ropes in their hands."
"I want you to cool off on this business of Henry Stott, Texas, and in the morning we'll talk it over, ca'm and reasonable. No, don't up and tell me now what you're goin' to do when he comes back. A night makes a mighty big difference in a feller's plans sometimes—a difference as wide as the State of Kansas. You go along up and see Sallie after a while, and talk it over with her and her ma, and see what they think about it."
"Do you think Miss Sallie would care to see me, sir, after this disgrace I've fetched on her?"
"I'd run the resk if I was in your place."
Texas took up his hat, a look of eagerness in his eyes, a flush of color driving the pallor of his dying anger out of his face.
"I'll go right on up, sir; I've got a whole lot I want to say to her and explain. I aim to tell her what I've found out about Stott."
"I believe I'd wait till after supper," Uncle Boley suggested kindly, to cover the humiliation that lay in the caution, "till along after dark a little while."
Texas dropped his hat, the eager light flickered out of his eyes.
"Yes, I don't want to take any more trouble and disgrace to her door. I'll wait till after dark."
