It's to see that club-footed cowboy Moore!...
Don't let me catch you with him!" Columbine turned her back upon Belllounds and swung away, every pulse in her throbbing and smarting.

She hurried on into the road.

She wanted to run, not to get out of sight or hearing, but to fly from something, she knew not what.
"Oh! it's more than his temper!" she cried, hot tears in her eyes.

"He's mean--_mean_--MEAN! What's the use of me denying that--any more--just because I love dad ?...

My life will be wretched....