Do you know it ain't a bit
unlikely that she helped him play that trick somehow? They say he was
laughing down at the store after that about how he gave them the slip.
I'll bet she helped him."
"If she is in love with him she did, I reckon," returned Harriet,
wisely. "I wish he was in love with her. He is getting entirely too
troublesome."
"He'll never care a snap for her as long as you are alive," retorted
the old lady. "I'm sorry now that I ever let you go with him so much.
He seems to be getting more and more determined to make you marry him
whether or no. He is jealous of Mr. Westerfelt." Mrs. Floyd lowered
her voice. "If he hadn't been, he wouldn't have fought him as he did.
That is at the bottom of it, daughter, and now that he is a regular
outlaw I am awfully uneasy. If I ever get a chance, I'm going to
convince him that it is useless for him to worry you as he does. I'd
rather see you in your grave than married to a man like that."
Chapter IX
It was a week before John Westerfelt was strong enough to leave his
room in the hotel.
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