It's yourn, ain't it?"
She held up a gold specimen pin, which he had put on in honor of the
occasion. "I had a harder time, though, to git this yer,--it's yourn
too,--for Billy was laying down in the yard, back o' the church, and
just comf'bly swallerin' it."
"Who?" said Jack quickly.
"Billy,--my goat."
Jack drew a long breath, and glanced back at the saloon. "Ye ain't goin'
back to class now, are ye?" he said hurriedly. "Ef you ain't, I'll--I'll
see ye home."
"I don't mind," said Polly demurely, "if it ain't takin' ye outer y'ur
way."
Jack offered his arm, and hurrying past the saloon, the happy pair were
soon on the road to Skinners Pass.
Jack did not, I regret to say, confess his blunder, but left the
Reverend Mr. Withholder to remain under suspicion of having committed an
unprovoked assault and battery. It was characteristic of Rocky Canyon,
however, that this suspicion, far from injuring his clerical reputation,
incited a respect that had been hitherto denied him.
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