Her abstraction, as she gazed away over the purple depths suggested loneliness and wistfulness.

She was not thinking of that scene spread so wondrously before her.

It struck Jean she might be pondering a subtle change in his feeling and attitude, something he was conscious of, yet could not define.
"Reckon this is good-by," he said, with hesitation.
"ADIOS, SENOR," she replied, facing him again.

She lifted the little carbine to the hollow of her elbow and, half turning, appeared ready to depart.
"Adios means good-by ?" he queried.
"Yes, good-by till to-morrow or good-by forever.

Take it as y'u like." "Then you'll meet me here day after to-morrow ?" How eagerly he spoke, on impulse, without a consideration of the intangible thing that had changed him! "Did I say I wouldn't ?" "No.