He seemed changed, or shrunken, and his face wore a discomfited, miserable expression.
"Well ?" cried George, sharply.

Even to his highly excited imagination this did not seem the proper condition for a victorious lover.
"She refused--refused me," faltered Dave.

"She was very sweet and kind; said something about being my sister--I don't remember just what--but she wouldn't have me." "What did you say to her ?" whispered George, a paralyzing hope almost rendering him speechless.
"I--I told her everything I could think of," replied Dave, despondently; "even what you said." "What I said?
Dave, what did you tell her I said ?" "Why, you know--about she cared for me--that you were sure of it, and that you didn't want her---" "Jackass!" roared George, rising out of his meekness like a lion roused from slumber.
"Didn't you--say so ?" inquired Dave, weakly.
"No! No! No! Idiot!" As one possessed, George rushed out of the cabin, and a moment later stood disheveled and frantic before Kate.
"Did that fool say I didn't love you ?" he demanded.
Kate looked up, startled; but as an understanding of George's wild aspect and wilder words dawned upon her, she resumed her usual calm demeanor.

Looking again to see if this passionate young man was indeed George, she turned her face as she said: "If you mean Mr.Edwards, yes; I believe he did say as much.

Indeed, from his manner, he seemed to have monopolized all the love near the Village of Peace." "But it's not true.