It seems to me if I were a cowboy and--and felt so toward a girl, I'd have let her know." "This girl I mean knew, all right," he said, nodding his head.
"She didn't--she didn't!" cried Columbine.
"How do you know ?" he queried, with feigned surprise.

He was bent upon torturing her.
"You meant me.

I'm the girl you lost!" "Yes, you are--God help me!" replied Moore, with genuine emotion.
"But you--you never told me--you never told me," faltered Columbine, in distress.
"Never told you what?
That you were my girl ?" "No--no.

But that you--you cared--" "Columbine Belllounds, I told you--let you see--in every way under the sun," he flashed at her.
"Let me see--what ?" faltered Columbine, feeling as if the world were about to end.
"That I loved you." "Oh!...

Wilson!" whispered Columbine, wildly.
"Yes--loved you.