If men must think of business, and they say they must, there are times
when it is sheer necessity that drives and not at all desire. Prince
Ingram hated Brush that day with a mortal hatred. Only two days more of
Connie, and a few thousand silly sheep were taking him away. Well, he
had paid five hundred dollars for Ruby and he would find out if she was
worth it. He used his spurs so sharply that the high-spirited mare
snorted angrily, and plunged away at her most furious pace. It was not
an unpleasant ride. His time had been so fully occupied with the most
wonderful girl, that he had not had one moment to think how really
wonderful she was. This was his chance and he utilized it fully.
His business partner in Brush was shocked at Prince's lack of interest in
a matter of ten thousand dollars. He wondered if perhaps King Devil had
not bounced him up more than people realized. But Prince was pliant, far
more so than usual, accepted his partner's suggestions without dissent,
and grew really enthusiastic when he said finally:
"Well, I guess that is all."
Prince shook hands with him then, seeming almost on the point of kissing
him, and Ruby was whirling down the road in a chariot of dust before the
bewildered partner had time to explain that his wife was expecting Prince
home with them for dinner.
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