There's a lot of my stuff up in the bunk-house at White Slides.

I'm going to drive up soon to haul it away." "Wilson Moore, do you mean it ?" she asked, with grave wonder.

"Are you going to homestead near White Slides Ranch--and _live_ there--when--" She could not finish.

An overwhelming disaster, for which she had no name, seemed to be impending.
"Yes, I am," he replied.

"Funny how things turn out, isn't it ?" "It's very--very funny," she said, dazedly, and she turned slowly away without another word.
"Good-by, Columbine," he called out after her, with farewell, indeed, in his voice.
All the way home Columbine was occupied with feelings that swayed her to the exclusion of rational consideration of the increasing perplexity of her situation.