An' considerin' how you avoid me these days, I had to waylay you in regular road-agent style." Wade gazed up searchingly at her.

It had been some time since he had been given the privilege and pleasure of seeing her close at hand.

He needed only one look at her to confirm his fears.

The pale, sweet, resolute face told him much.
"Well, now you've waylaid me, what do you want ?" she queried, deliberately.
"I'm goin' to take you to see Wils Moore," replied Wade, watching her closely.
"No!" she cried, with the red staining her temples.
"Collie, see here.

Did I ever oppose anythin' you wanted to do ?" "Not--yet," she said.
"I reckon you expect me to ?" She did not answer that.