"Honest Injun, I'm glad--glad for his father's sake, for his own, and for yours.

The boys think Jack's locoed.

But his reformation is not strange to me.

If I were no good--just like he was--well, I could change as greatly for--for you." Columbine hastily averted her face.

Wade's keen eyes, apparently hidden under his old hat, saw how wet her lashes were, how her lips trembled.
"Wilson, you think then--you believe Jack will last--will stick to his new ways ?" she queried, hurriedly.
"Yes, I do," he replied, nodding.
"How good of you! Oh! Wilson, it's like you to be noble--splendid.