"Ranger! Secret aid to Steele!" "Yes." "Then you're no cowboy ?" "No." "Only a make-believe one ?" "Yes." "And the drinking, the gambling, the association with those low men--that was all put on ?" "Part of the game, Sally.

I'm not a drinking man.

And I sure hate those places I had to go in, and all that pertains to them." "Oh, so _that's_ it! I knew there was something.

How glad--how glad I am!" Then Sally threw her arms around my neck, and without reserve or restraint began to kiss me and love me.

It must have been a moment of sheer gladness to feel that I was not disreputable, a moment when something deep and womanly in her was vindicated.