Condy scoured his head.

"Tell me the truth," she insisted; "YOU be sincere."

"I do believe it is. Why--why--Travis by Jingo! Travis, I think
I'm going to like you better than ever now."

"Never mind. Is it an agreement?"

"What is?"

"That we don't pretend to love each other any more?"

"All right--yes--you're right; because the moment I began to love
you I should like you so much less."

She put out her hand. "That's an agreement, then."

Condy took her hand in his. "Yes, it's an agreement." But when,
as had been his custom, he made as though to kiss her hand, Travis
drew it quickly away.

"No! no!" she said firmly, smiling for all that--"no more
foolishness."

"But--but," he protested, "it's not so radical as that, is it?
You're not going to overturn such time-worn, time-honored customs
as that? Why, this is a regular rebellion."