“Shucks, little girl,” he said gently, as he leaned toward her, “words ain’t—­well, words ain’t so awful important, are they?”

Apparently words were not important.  For within the next few minutes there were few spoken.  And progress was made without them.  And then: 

“I believe I never was so happy as when I saw you, that morning, coming in to Okar with Dale’s body, and you said you had not killed him.  And if Barney—­Will, had killed him that day—­if he had really hanged him, and Dale had died from it—­I should have kept seeing Dale as he was hanging there all my life.”

“It was Dale’s day,” said Sanderson.

“And Okar’s!” declared the girl.  “The town has taken on a new spirit since those men have left.  And the whole basin has changed.  Men are more interested and eager.  There is an atmosphere of fellowship that was absent before.  And, oh, Deal, how happy I am!”

“You ain’t got anything on me!” grinned Sanderson.

And presently, looking toward the rim of the mesa, they saw Williams and his men coming toward them from Lazette, with many wagons, loaded with supplies and material for the new dam, forecasting a new day and a new prosperity for the Double A—­and themselves.

“That’s for a new deal,” said Sanderson, watching the wagons and men.

“Wrong,” she laughed, happily, “it is all for a ‘Square’ Deal!”

“All?” he returned, grinning at her.

“All,” she repeated, snuggling close to him.