He smiled a bit proudly at McKay.
"She's mine," he whispered.

"We're going to be married." Jolly Roger wanted to reach over and grip his hand.
He nodded, a little lump coming in his throat.
"I know how you feel," he said.

"When I heard her calling out there--it made me think--of a girl down south." "Down south ?" queried Porter.

"Why down south--if you care for her--and you up here ?" McKay shrugged his shoulders.

He had said too much.