Wherein a Fight Occurs and Women Shoot Straight The following morning Freckles, inexpressibly happy, circled the Limberlost.

He kept snatches of song ringing, as well as the wires.

His heart was so full that tears of joy glistened in his eyes.

He rigorously strove to divide his thought evenly between McLean and the Angel.
He realized to the fullest the debt he already owed the Boss and the magnitude of last night's declaration and promises.

He was hourly planning to deliver his trust and then enter with equal zeal on whatever task his beloved Boss saw fit to set him next.