"I can't take you.

Calhoun's a busy man, and he'll be waiting up at the ranch for me.

I told him I was coming." There was now no doubt about the colour in Miss Deringham's face.

Few of her wishes bad been denied her hitherto, and most of the men she had met had been eager to do her bidding, while the scarcely qualified refusal of this one came as a painful astonishment.

The fact that she should be left in the lonely forest to avoid keeping some rude rancher waiting was distinctly exasperating.
Deringham, however, smiled a little as he took a wallet from his pocket.