He strode the room; he cursed.
Sampson returned, now appreciably calmer.

I could not but decide that he felt relief at the evident rejection of Wright's proposal.

"Don't fume about it, George," he said.

"You see I can't help it.

We're pretty wild out here, but I can't rope my daughter and give her to you as I would an unruly steer." "Sampson, I can _make_ her marry me," declared Wright thickly.
"How ?" "You know the hold I got on you--the deal that made you boss of this rustler gang ?" "It isn't likely I'd forget," replied Sampson grimly.
"I can go to Diane--tell her that--make her believe I'd tell it broadcast, tell this Ranger Steele, unless she'd marry me!" Wright spoke breathlessly, with haggard face and shadowed eyes.