"
Pete put his hand on Andy's shoulder. "I wa'n't sure--till yesterday. I
_was_ goin' to tell _you_, Andy. Shucks! Didn't I tell you about the
money and everything--and you didn't say a word to the boys. I ain't
forgittin'."
"Oh, I knowed havin' money wouldn't swell you up. It ain't that. Only,
I was wonderin'--"
"So was I, Andy. And I been wonderin' for quite a spell. Come on out
and let's go set on the corral bars and smoke and--jest smoke."
But they did more than just smoke. The Arizona stars shot wondrous
shafts of white fire through the nipping air as the chums sensed the
comfortable companionship of horses moving slowly about the corral; and
they heard the far, faint call of the coyote as a drift of wind brought
the keen tang of the distant timberlands. They talked together as only
youth may talk with youth, when Romance lights the trail, when the heart
speaks from itself to heart in sympathy. Yet their chat was not without
humor or they would not have been Pete and Andy.
"You always was a wise one," asserted Andy; "pickin' out a professional
nurse for _your_ girl ain't a bad idee.
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