Jack _can't_ give Collie up, just the same as I _can't_.

That's self-preservation as well as love." * * * * * The day came when Wade walked down to White Slides.

There seemed to be a fever in his blood, which he tried to convince himself was a result of his wounds instead of the condition of his mind.

It was Sunday, a day of sunshine and squall, of azure-blue sky, and great, sailing, purple clouds.

The sage of the hills glistened and there was a sweetness in the air.
The cowboys made much of Wade.