"Oh, you ain't ready now. Well, git ready an' we'll start in the
mornin'. I'll be aroun' fer ye 'bout the break o' day."
He whirled his horse with an oath--June was gone. She saw him ride
swaying down the street and she ran across to the hotel and found
Hale sitting in the office with another man. Hale saw her entering
the door swiftly, he knew something was wrong and he rose to meet
her.
"Dave's here," she whispered hurriedly, "an' he says he's come to
take me home."
"Well," said Hale, "he won't do it, will he?" June shook her head
and then she said significantly:
"Dave's drinkin'."
Hale's brow clouded. Straightway he foresaw trouble--but he said
cheerily:
"All right. You go back and keep in the house and I'll be over by
and by and we'll talk it over." And, without another word, she
went. She had meant to put on her new dress and her new shoes and
stockings that night that Hale might see her--but she was in doubt
about doing it when she got to her room. She tried to study her
lessons for the next day, but she couldn't fix her mind on them.
She wondered if Dave might not get into a fight or, perhaps, he
would get so drunk that he would go to sleep somewhere--she knew
that men did that after drinking very much--and, anyhow, he would
not bother her until next morning, and then he would be sober and
would go quietly back home.
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