He constantly brought
them in when we were on the Platte. It was quite easy for him. Daddy
John, who's been in all sorts of wild places, says he's never seen a
better shot."
A slight uneasiness disturbed the proud flow of her imagination at the
thought that Daddy John, questioned on this point, might show a
tendency to contradict her testimony. But it didn't matter. The joy
of proving David's superiority compensated. And she was setting
Courant in his place which had a separate and even rarer charm.
His answer showed no consciousness of the humbling process:
"You think a lot of David, don't you?"
Susan felt her color rising. This time she not only sat squarer in her
saddle, but raised her shoulders and chin a trifle.
"Yes. I am engaged to be married to him."
"When will you be married?" said the uncrushable man.
She inclined her head from its haughty pose just so far that she could
command his face from an austere eye. Words were ready to go with the
quelling glance, but they died unspoken. The man was regarding her
with grave, respectful attention. It is difficult to suddenly smite a
proud crest when the owner of the crest shows no consciousness of its
elevation.
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