Past that time I don't allow mesilf to be thinking." "Come, have a cool drink before you start back," said the Angel.
"I couldn't possibly," said Freckles.

"I left Mrs.Duncan on the trail, and she's terribly afraid of a lot of things.

If she even sees a big snake, I don't know what she'll do." "It won't take but a minute, and you can ride fast enough to make up for it.Please.I want to think of something fine for you, to make up a little for what you did for me that first day." Freckles looked in sheer wonderment into the beautiful face of the Angel.

Did she truly mean it?
Would she walk down that street with him, crippled, homely, in mean clothing, with the tools of his occupation on him, and share with him the treat she was offering?
He could not believe it, even of the Angel.

Still, in justice to the candor of her pure, sweet face, he would not think that she would make the offer and not mean it.