and-good-bye

Updated: May 19, 2025

Dick rose, tall and stalwart; and then he smiled, not unkindly, at the squat, ungainly 'Bishop. "You're a good chap," he said quietly. "Shake hands, and-good-bye." "Why, where are you going?" "Ah! Who knows? If the fairy tales are true, we may meet again later." Crisp stared at the speaker in horror. He had reason to know that Dick was reckless, but this dare-devil despair apalled him.

Horace Annesley Vachell - Bunch Grass: A Chronicle of Life on a Cattle Ranch