ADIOS The sun was sliding past the zenith when Jack yawned himself awake.

He lay frowning at the ceiling as if he were trying to remember something, sat up when recollection came, and discovered that Dade was already up and getting into his jacket.
"Dade, let's go back to the mine," he suggested abruptly, reaching for his boots.

"You aren't crazy about this job here, are you?
I know you didn't want to take it, at first." "And I know you bullied me into it," Dade retorted, with some acrimony.
He had danced until his feet burned with fatigue, and there was the reaction from a month of worry to roughen his mood.

Also, he had yet to digest the amazing fact that the sight of Teresita had not hurt him so very much--not one quarter as much as he had expected it would do.

Now, here was Jack proposing to leave, just when staying would be rather agreeable! "Well--but times have changed, since then.