"
"Really?"
"Foolish question number three."
"You must never marry," firmly declared the older man. "You'd make
a bad husband, Dave."
"She ought to know how to get along with a bad husband, by this
time."
Both men had been but half serious. Ellsworth knew his companion's
words carried no disrespect; nevertheless, he said, gravely:
"If you ever think of marrying I want you to come to me. Promise?"
"I'll do it--on the way back from church."
"No. On the way to church. I'll have something to tell you."
"Tell me now," urged Law.
"There's nothing to tell, yet."
"I'll have no old ruffians kissing my brand-new bride," Dave
averred.
The judge's face broadened in a smile. "Thank Heaven 'Young Ed'
has the insides of a steel range, and so my pet client is safe
from your mercenary schemes for some years. Just the same, if you
ever do think of marrying--remember--I want you to come to me--and
I'll cure you."
XII
LONGORIO MAKES BOLD
Upon her arrival at La Feria Alaire discovered that the Federal
depredations had been even greater than she had feared. Not only
had the soldiers taken a great many head of cattle, but they had
practically cleared the ranch of horses, leaving scarcely enough
with which to carry on the work.
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