So he reached out and took the man's hand.
"Any man that feels as strongly as you do can do a heap--at anything," he said.

"We'll call it a deal.

But you're under my orders." "Yes," returned Owen, gripping the hand held out to him.
"Will!" came Mary's voice from the kitchen, "supper is ready!" Owen laughed lowly, dropped Sanderson's hand, and slipped away into the growing darkness.
Sanderson got up and faced the kitchen door, hesitating, reluctant again to face the girl and to continue the deception.

Necessity drove him to the door, however, and when he reached it, he saw Mary standing near the center of the kitchen, waiting for him.
"I don't believe you are hungry at all!" she declared, looking keenly at him.

"And do you know, I think you blush more easily than any man I ever saw.