I'm a good sport,--I am.

I've had my fun.

No kick coming from me.

Just called to pay my respects,--that's all.

So-long, Brian, old sport! Good-bye, my dear!" With an uncertain wave of her hand, she staggered through the doorway and passed from their sight.
In the little log house by the river the two who had kept the fineness of their love stood face to face.
For Betty Jo, the barrier which Brian Kent had maintained between them to protect her from his love was no longer a thing unknown.