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She foresaw some perturbation of spirit in regard to Rattler. Ward was lying quiet when she went in, except that he was waving her handkerchief to and fro by the corners to cool it. Billy Louise took it from him, wet it again with cold water, and scolded him for getting his arms from under the covers. That, she said, was no nice way for a hookin'-cough man to do.
Though she had not affirmed it with words, her eyes when she looked at him told him so; and she had kissed him when he asked her to. He wanted her to repeat the ecstasy. "Ward Warren, you're a perfectly awful hookin'-cough man! There. Now that's going to be the very last one Oh, Ward, it isn't!" She knelt and curved an arm around his face and kissed him again and yet again. "I do love you, Ward.
"And Mr. Hookin'-cough will have to hunt another home, I reckon. You weren't half as hoarse when you swore that last time." It was physically impossible for Ward to blush, since he was already the color of a boiled beet; but he looked guilty when she uncovered the rest of his face and wiped off the gathered moisture. "I didn't think you'd hear," he grinned embarrassedly.
But that's all right, seeing you've got the hookin'-cough, I'll forgive you this once. Lie still and let go my hand. I want to put a wet cloth on your head." "Did I " "You did; and then some. Forget it. You've got a terrible cold; and from the looks of things, you've had it for about six months."
He clung to her fingers and looked at her with that intent stare of his, as if he were trying to hold her there by the sheer power of his will. "Well, how am I going to doctor you and feed you and make you all comfy, with one hand?" asked Billy Louise with quavering flippancy. "Kiss me!" "Ah might catch the hookin'-cough," bantered Billy Louise, leaning a bit closer. "Kiss me!"
I haven't got any broken leg and hookin'-cough." She managed a laugh then and took Ward's hand from her hair and laid it down on the blankets. "Now we won't talk about things any more. You've got to have something done for that cold on your lungs." She rose and stood looking down at him with puckered eyebrows. "Mommie would say you ought to have a good sweat," she decided. "Got any ginger?"
I ain't never slipped a card nor rung in a cold deck on any one of 'em yet." Buck sat down on the step of the wagon. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Say, did you ever have a premonition?" "Nope! The worst I ever had was the hookin'-cough." Buck smiled, but did not explain to Polly the meaning of the word.
"That'll fix the hookin'-cough," she said, as she spread the warm layers of woolen cloth smoothly from shoulder to shoulder. "How does it feel?" "Great," he assured her succinctly, and wisely omitted any love-making. "Will your game leg let you turn over? Because there's some dope left, and it ought to go between your shoulders."
"Soon as your leg is all well, and you're every speck over the hookin'-cough, why you can be the boss!" "Can I?" "Honest, you can. I've" Billy Louise had the grace to blush a little "I've always thought I'd love to have somebody bully me and boss me and 'buse me. And I " Her lips twitched a little. "I think you can qualify. What was that you said just as I was getting on the second time?
"Are you through being pals, Wilhemina?" Ward broke rules and freed an arm, so that he could hold her closer. "No, I'm just beginning. Just beginning right. I'm your pal for keeps. But " "I love you for keeps, lady mine." Ward stifled another cough. "When are you going to marry me?" "Oh, when you get over the hookin'-cough, I s'pose."
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