They said good-bye at the gate.

Billy betrayed awkwardness that was sweet to Saxon.

He was not one of the take-it-for-granted young men.
There was a pause, while she feigned desire to go into the house, yet waited in secret eagerness for the words she wanted him to say.
"When am I goin' to see you again ?" he asked, holding her hand in his.
She laughed consentingly.
"I live 'way up in East Oakland," he explained.

"You know there's where the stable is, an' most of our teaming is done in that section, so I don't knock around down this way much.

But, say--" His hand tightened on hers.