"
"But how in the world can you get five hundred dollars from the cowboys
for a church?"
"I hain't done the arithmetic yet, but it's safe enough. You see, it
ain't the church altogether, it's the reputation of the boys."
"I'll help, Bill," said Gwen.
Bill nodded his head slowly and said: "Proud to have you," trying hard
to look enthusiastic.
"You don't think I can," said Gwen. Bill protested against such an
imputation. "But I can. I'll get daddy and The Duke, too."
"Good line!" said Bill, slapping his knee.
"And I'll give all my money, too, but it isn't very much," she added,
sadly.
"Much!" said Bill, "if the rest of the fellows play up to that lead
there won't be any trouble about that five hundred."
Gwen was silent for some time, then said with an air of resolve:
"I'll give my pinto!"
"Nonsense!" I exclaimed, while Bill declared "there warn't no call."
"Yes. I'll give the Pinto!" said Gwen, decidedly. "I'll not need him any
more," her lips quivered, and Bill coughed and spat into the next room,
"and besides, I want to give something I like. And Bill will sell him
for me!"
"Well," said Bill, slowly, "now come to think, it'll be purty hard to
sell that there pinto." Gwen began to exclaim indignantly, and Bill
hurried on to say, "Not but what he ain't a good leetle horse for his
weight, good leetle horse, but for cattle--"
"Why, Bill, there isn't a better cattle horse anywhere!"
"Yes, that's so," assented Bill.
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