I--I've been thinking.
Suppose--well, suppose you keep two of those claims; they are sure to be rich--" "Why, Necia!" he exclaimed.
"They're yours, and I have no right to them under the law.

Of course it would be very handsome of you to give me one--the poorest." "You ought to have your ears boxed," he laughed at her.
"I don't see why.

You--you--may be very poor, for all I know." "I am," he declared, "but not poor enough to take payment for a favor." "Well, then, if they are really mine to do with as I please, I'll sell one to you--" "Thanks.

I couldn't avail myself of the offer," he said, with mock hauteur.
"If you were a business man instead of a fighting person you would listen to my proposition before you declined it.

I'll make the price right, and you may pay me when we get behind yonder clump of bushes." She pouted her lips invitingly, but he declared she was a minor and as such her bargain would not hold.
It was evidently her mood to re-enter the land of whims and travel again, as they had on the way from town, but he knew that for him such a thing could not be, for his eyes had cleared since then.