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she will take me, Dave, but she's sure going to have the chance!"
"Well, I'll be—" Dave gulped and looked at his partner in wondering admiration. "Wade, you're sure a wonder! Do you—do you mean it?"
"I never meant anything any more," replied Wade quietly as he refilled his pipe. "I'm going to find out who she is, where she lives. Then I'm going to get acquainted with her and convince her that I'm the chap she wants."
"Sounds easy, the way you tell it," said Dave dubiously. "But you never can tell about a female, Wade. Still—" He began to pat himself in his search for a cigar. Wade tossed him one from the mantel. "Still," he went on as he bit off the end of it, "I ain't sayin' you won't do it, boy. I've known you three years an' I don't recollect as how you ever set out to do a thing without you done it. I ain't never see you make love to a gal, but if you can talk to 'em like you talked to that feller in Denver when
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