e their honeymoon.

All of which was in Will Corliss's mind as he lay smoking and gazing at
the cloudless sky. It may be added to his credit that he had not
returned because of the money that was his when he chose to claim it.
Rather, he had realized--and Margery had a great deal to do with his
newer outlook--that so long as he stayed away from home he was
confessing to cowardice. Incidentally Margery, being utterly feminine,
wanted to see Arizona and the free life of the range, of which Corliss
had told her. As for Nell Loring . . . Corliss sighed.

"It sure is hot," muttered Sundown. "'Course, you'll stay over and
light out in the mornin' cool. You and me can sleep in the front room.
'T ain't the fust time we rustled for a roost. And the wimmen-folks
can bunk in the bedroom. Billy he's right comf'table in his big
clothes-basket. He's a sure good sleeper, if I do say it."

"We could have gone on through," said Corliss, smiling. "Of course
we'd have been late, but Margery likes driving."

"Well, if you had 'a' gone through--and I'd 'a' _ketched_ you at
it--I--I--I'd 'a' changed Billy's name to--to somethin' else." And
Sundown frowned ferociously.

Corliss laughed. "But we didn't. We're here--and it's mighty good to
breathe Arizona air again. You never really begin to love Arizona till
you've been somewhere else for a while."

"And bein' married helps some, too," suggested Sundown.

"Yes, a whole lot. Margery's enthusiasm makes me see beautiful things
that I'd passed a hundred times before I knew her."

"That's correc'," concurred Sundown. "Now, take Gentle Annie, for
instance--"

"You mean Mrs.--er--Sundown?"

"Nope! Me tame cow. 'Annie' is American for 'Anita,' so I called her
that. Now, that there Gentle Annie's just a regular cow. She ain't
purty--but she sure gives plenty milk. Neeter got me to seein' that
Gentle Annie's eyes was purty and mournful-like and that she was a
right handsome cow. If your wife's pettin' and feedin' somethin', and
callin' it them there smooth Spanish names, a fella's wise to do the
same. It helps things along."

"Little Billy, for instance," suggested Corliss.

"Leetle Billy is right! But he couldn't help bein' good-lookin', I
guess. He's different. Fust thing your wife said wuz he took after
his pa."

"You haven't changed much," said Corliss, smiling.

"Me? Mebby not--outside; but say, inside things is different. I got
feelin's now what I neve