Ford
looked at him with a dawning suspicion.
"It did strike me, once or twice," he said grimly, "that the whole thing
was a put-up job. If you fellows rigged up a josh like that, and let it
go as far as this, may the Lord have mercy on your souls, for I won't!"
But Rock could only wave him off weakly; so Ford waited until he had
recovered. Even then, it took some talking to convince Rock that the
affair was truly serious and not to be treated any longer as a joke.
"Why, damn it, man, I'm in love with a girl and I want to marry her if I
can get rid of this other darned, mysterious, Tom-fool of a woman," Ford
gritted at last, in sheer desperation. "Or if it's just a josh, by this
and by that I mean to find it out."
Rock sobered then. "It ain't any josh," he said, with convincing
earnestness. "You got married, all right enough. And if it's as you say,
Ford, I sure am sorry for it. I don't know the girl's name. I'd know
her quick enough if I should see her, but I can't tell you who she was."
Ford swore, of course. And Rock listened sympathetically until he was
done.
"That's the stuff; get it out of your system, Ford, and then you'll feel
better.
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