But she smiled at him brightly, and waited until Baumberger had gone lumbering with rather uncertain steps to the store, where he puffed up the steps and sat heavily down in the shade where Pete Hamilton was resting after the excitement of the past thirty-six hours.
"I lied to you, Mr.Hart," she confessed, engagingly.

"I haven't a thing for you except a lot of questions, and I simply must ask them or die.
I'm not just curious, you know.

I'm horribly anxious.

Won't you take the seat of honor, please?
The ranch won't run off if you aren't there for a few minutes after you had expected to be.

I've been waiting to have a little talk with you, and I simply couldn't let the opportunity go by." She talked fast, but she was thinking faster, and wondering if this calm, white-bearded old man thought her a meddlesome fool.
"There's time enough, and it ain't worth much right now," Peaceful said, sitting down in the beribboned rocker and stroking his beard in his deliberate fashion.