And she said hurry," I replied.
I was not a little gleeful over the apparent possibility of Steele being in the same boat with me.
"Do you think she would have cared if--if I had been shot up bad ?" The great giant of a Ranger asked this like a boy, hesitatingly, with color in his face.
"Care! Vaughn, you're as thickheaded as you say I'm locoed.

Diane Sampson has fallen in love with you! That's all.

Love at first sight! She doesn't realize it.

But I know." There he stood as if another bullet had struck him, this time straight through the heart.

Perhaps one had--and I repented a little of my overconfident declaration.
Still, I would not go back on it.