It ain't so easy to find an' lose a pretty niece all in one hour! Elizabeth--good-by!" "Oh, Uncle Jim!...

Good-by!" "Elizabeth Erne, be happy! Good-by," said Jane.
"Good-by--oh--good-by!" In lithe, supple action Bess swung up to Black Star's saddle.
"Jane Withersteen!...

Good-by!" called Venters hoarsely.
"Bern--Bess--riders of the purple sage--good-by!".