“Why, yes,” said Molly, blithely.  “And you’ll come?” she added to me.

But I was on the Virginian’s side.  “I must look after my horse,” said I, and went down to the corral.

Day was slowly going as I took my pony to the water.  Corncliff Mesa, Crowheart Butte, these shone in the rays that came through the canyon.  The canyon’s sides lifted like tawny castles in the same light.  Where I walked the odor of thousands of wild roses hung over the margin where the thickets grew.  High in the upper air, magpies were sailing across the silent blue.  Somewhere I could hear Tommy explaining loudly how he and General Crook had pumped lead into hundreds of Indians; and when supper-time brought us all back to the door he was finishing the account to Mrs. Taylor.  Molly and the Virginian arrived bearing flowers, and he was saying that few cow-punchers had any reason for saving their money.

“But when you get old?” said she.

“We mostly don’t live long enough to get old, ma’am,” said he, simply.  “But I have a reason, and I am saving.”

“Give me the flowers,” said Molly.  And she left him to arrange them on the table as Lin came hurrying out.

“I’ve told her,” said he to the Southerner and me, “that I’ve asked her twiced, and I’m going to let her have one more chance.  And I’ve told her that if it’s a log cabin she’s marryin’, why Tommy is a sure good wooden piece of furniture to put inside it.  And I guess she knows there’s not much wooden furniture about me.  I want to speak to you.”  He took the Virginian round the corner.  But though he would not confide in me, I began to discern something quite definite at supper.

“Cattle men will lose stock if the Crows get down as far as this,” he said, casually, and Mrs. Taylor suppressed a titter.

“Ain’t it hawses the’re repawted as running off?” said the Virginian.

“Chap come into the round-up this afternoon,” said Lin.  “But he was rattled, and told a heap o’ facts that wouldn’t square.”

“Of course they wouldn’t,” said Tommy, haughtily.

“Oh, there’s nothing in it,” said Lin, dismissing the subject.

“Have yu’ been to the opera since we went to Cheyenne, Mrs. Taylor?”

Mrs. Taylor had not.

“Lin,” said the Virginian, “did yu ever see that opera Cyarmen?”

“You bet.  Fellow’s girl quits him for a bullfighter.  Gets him up in the mountains, and quits him.  He wasn’t much good—­not in her class o’ sports, smugglin’ and such.”

“I reckon she was doubtful of him from the start.  Took him to the mount’ins to experiment, where they’d not have interruption,” said the Virginian.

“Talking of mountains,” said Tommy, “this range here used to be a great place for Indians till we ran ’em out with Terry.  Pumped lead into the red sons-of-guns.”

“You bet,” said Lin.  “Do yu’ figure that girl tired of her bull-fighter and quit him, too?”