Lite, if you please, had long ago started a savings account at that same bank, and had lately cut out poker, and even pool, from among his joys, that his account might fatten the faster.

He had the same object which Jean had lately adopted so zealously, but he did not tell her these things.

He listened instead while Jean read gloatingly her balance, and talked of what she would do when she had enough saved to buy back the ranch.

She had stolen unwittingly the air castle which Lite had been three years building, but he did not say a word about it to Jean.

Wistful eyed, but smiling with his lips, he would sit while Jean spoiled whole sheets of perfectly good story-paper, just figuring and estimating and building castles with the dollar sign.