WHAT IS LOVE WORTH?
Valencia swung down from his belathered horse as lightly as though he had not spent seven hours in the saddle and during those seven hours had covered more miles than he would have years to live.

His smile was wide and went as deep as his emotions had thus far plumbed his nature, and his voice had the exultant note of a child who has wonderful news to tell.

He gave Dade a letter, and his very gesture was triumphant; and the eyes were eager that watched his majordomo read.

He bubbled with words that he would like to say, but he waited.
"So you didn't get there in time, after all," Dade observed, looking up from Jack's characteristic signature, in which the tail of the "k" curled around the whole like a mouse lying asleep.

"Manuel came back this morning, and the whole camp is talking nothing but duelo.