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[Armel J. <diz...@am...>]

"I wouldn't worry about that if I was you; it ain't such an awful good
quality to marry. My wife used to kick about it a whole lot." But Polly
was gone. "I knew it!" chuckled Sam. "I knew Scotty was meditatin'
matrimony by the way he jumped me. Fine girl, that. For ten cents I'd
give him a run for his money." Faced with the alternative of driving his
car or allowing someone else to do it, Mendoza capitulated and allowed
Penhallow to coax him out of the saloon. They drove down the street back
of the houses and were joined by Polly who was waiting in the shadow for
them. The Mexican girl saw the car as it passed the kitchen window, as
she afterward told Clara, but failed to recognize Penhallow who sat on
the further side. "Do we have to pass the Mexicans or can we go another
way?" asked Polly. "We can take another road and beat them to the fork,"
said Penhallow. "Then we'll have the canyon to ourselves. This way,
Mendoza." "You know, Mr. Penhallow, this gold was stolen from one of the
mines owned by our company," said the girl. "That's one reason I'm so
anxious to find it. It will mean something to my brother." "Sure it
will." "There ought to be a reward, oughtn't there? Not that I care
about that; the excitement's enough for me." "Fond of excitement, are
you?" "I'm afraid so. I'll have to get over that, I suppose." "Not if
you marry Marc Scott," said Marc's loy