He radiated delight.
"Calumet brought it!" he said, in answer to Betty's quick
interrogation. "He said it was to take the place of Lonesome. I
reckon he ain't so bad, after all--is he Betty?"
Betty patted the puppy's head, leaning over so that Bob did not see the
strange light in her eyes.
"He's nice," she said.
"Who?" said Bob, quickly--"Calumet?"
Betty rose, her face flushing. "No," she said sharply; "the puppy."
Bob looked at her twice before he said, in a slightly disappointed
voice, "Uh-huh."
When Calumet came into the kitchen half an hour later, having stabled
his horses and washed his face and hands from the basin he found on the
porch, he found his supper set out on the table; but Betty was nowhere
to be seen.
"Where's Betty?" he demanded of Bob, who was romping delightedly with
the new dog, which showed its appreciation of its new friend by yelping
joyously.
"I reckon she's gone to bed," returned the young man.
For a few minutes Calumet stood near the door, watching the dog and the
boy. Several times he looked toward the other doors, disappointment
revealed in his eyes. Was he to take Betty's departure before his
arrival as an indication that she had fled from him? He had seen her
when she had pressed her face to the window some time before, and it
now appeared to him that she had deliberately left the room to avoid
meeting him.
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