"I was just wondering what you wanted to see me about," he explained,
drawing his chair up to hers by the table.
"Floyd," she looked him steadily in the eyes, "I am tired of the whole
business. I want to go away. I can't live it out here till the river
breaks. If I try, I'll die. I am sure of it. I want to quit it all and
go away, and I want to do it at once."
She laid her hand in mute appeal upon the back of his, which turned over
and became a prison. Another one, he thought, just throwing herself at
him. Guess it wouldn't hurt Loraine to cool her feet by the water-hole a
little longer.
"Well?" This time from Freda, but softly and anxiously.
"I don't know what to say," he hastened to answer, adding to himself that
it was coming along quicker than he had expected. "Nothing I'd like
better, Freda. You know that well enough." He pressed her hand, palm to
palm. She nodded. Could she wonder that she despised the breed?
"But you see, I--I'm engaged. Of course you know that. And the girl's
coming into the country to marry me. Don't know what was up with me when
I asked her, but it was a long while back, and I was all-fired young--"
"I want to go away, out of the land, anywhere," she went on, disregarding
the obstacle he had reared up and apologized for.
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