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"I'll h "All right"

He made it, then turned to her at once

"I want to see your hand"

She gave him the left one, even as he had done on the occasion of their secondHe took it, and kept it

"Now the other"

"What do you ith it?"

"Never mind" He reached down and drew it froently he turned it so that the pally blisters and a red seam shohere she had burned herself He looked at her without speaking

"It's nothing," she told him, a little hysterically

For an instant her mind flashed back to the time when Buck Weaver had drawn the cactus spines out of that sa "I can see it isn't And you got it forout the fire in my clothes I reckon I cayn't thank you, you poor little tortured hand" He lifted the fingers to his lips and kissed theot to be this way always, Phyllie--you giving and htly, and a spasers again tenderly "Does it hurt pretty bad, girl?"

"I wish it was ten times as bad!" she broke out, with a sob "You saved Phil's life--at the risk of your own I wish I could tell you how I feel, what I think of you, how splendid you are" In default of which ability, she began to cry softly

He wasted no esture, his arm went around her and drew her to hiirl o' mine I cayn't tell it, either, for that matter, but I reckon I can make out to show you, honey"

"I didn't hter and tears

"Well, that's the way I ain for a minute Than: "Do you really--love hed with the sheer unconquerable boyish delight in her

"I think you're pretending right well," she s believe"

"If you are" Her arms slipped round his neck with a swift impulse of love "But you're not Tell me you're not, Larry"

He told her, in the wordless way lovers have at co than speech

So Phyllis, froe