“Yu’lookedso——sobad，Lin。Ineverseenyu’looksobadinolddays。
Wait，now，andImusttellit。Iwishedtolaughinherfaceandsay，’Whatdoyouknowaboutlove？’SoIwalkedin。Lin，shedoesloveyus!“
“Yes，“breathedMcLean。
“Shewassittin’backinherroomatSepar。Nottheticket-office，but——“
“Iknow，“thecow-punchersaid。Hiseyeswereburning。