Her eyes drooped, and she nervously twisted the bridle reins.
"Do you doubt my--my good intentions toward you--my love for you ?" he asked, in gentle and husky voice.
"Oh, Ben! No! No! It's that I'm afraid of your love for me! I can't bear--what I have to bear--if I see you, if I listen to you." "Then you've weakened?
You're no proud, high-strung, thoroughbred girl any more?
You're showin' yellow ?" "Ben Wade, I deny that," she answered, spiritedly, with an uplift of her head.

"It's not weakness, but strength I've found." "Ahuh! Well, I reckon I understand.

Collie, listen.

Wils let me read your last letter to him." "I expected that.

I think I told him to.