"
"But it isn't leaking now," she objected.
He turned his face to the softly diffused sunlight. "To be continued.
The storm isn't over yet, according to the way I feel about it. Weather
reports say so, too."
"Then take me for a walk!" she cried. "I'm tired of rain and I want to
go over and lean against that lovely white mountain."
"Well, it's only sixty miles away," he answered. "Perhaps you'd better
take some grub along or you might get hungry."
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"This is my busy morning. If it were afternoon, now--"
"Very well. Since you are so urgent, I _will_ stay to luncheon. I'll
even get it up myself if you'll let me into the shack."
"That's a go!" said Banneker heartily. "What about your horse?"
"I walked over."
"No; did you?" He turned thoughtful, and his next observation had a
slightly troubled ring. "Have you got a gun?"
"A gun? Oh, you mean a pistol. No; I haven't. Why should I?"
He shook his head. "This is no time to be out in the open without a gun.
They had a dance at the Sick Coyote in Manzanita last night, and
there'll be some tough specimens drifting along homeward all day."
"Do you carry a gun?"
"I would if I were going about with you."
"Then you can loan me yours to go home with this afternoon," she said
lightly.
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