“You quoted your Pagan's Litany to me to-night, sweetheart. I want you to be true to it. I don't know a thing about desert land laws and riparian rights, but I do know that if you sold your Pagans into bondage for money to marry me, I'd be ashamed of you--and disappointed. Don't let your love for me weaken your defenses, Bob. If you win I want to live with you in Donnaville, but if you lose--I want you to make me a promise, Bob.” “You wonderful woman! What is it--you wonderful, wonderful woman?” “I'm asking for a promise, dear.” “I'll grant it.” “If you lose, you'll come to me and we'll be married despite defeat and failure, and you'll live here, with me--at the Hat Ranch until--” “Oh, Donnie, girl, I couldn't do that!” “I understand your point of view. Perhaps you think me bold--or unconventional. But a woman has certain rights, Bob. She should be given the right to outline her own ideas of happiness, regardless of tradition and ancient usage, provided she conforms to all of the law, legal and moral. If you go forth to battle and they slaughter you, I claim the right to pick up your poor battered old heart and give it the only comfort--I mean, if I have to wait, I love you enough to work with you--and for you--when further waiting is useless--” She pressed her face against his great breast and commenced to cry. “I have never been really happy until you came” she sobbed. “We're young, Bob--and I do not want to wait--for happiness--until the capacity for it--is gone.” He patted the beautiful head, soothing her with tender words, and it was characteristic of the man that in that instant he made his decision. “Within six weeks I shall know how long the fight is to last, Donna. If I can put through a scheme which I have evolved to secure that land without recourse to the desert land laws--if I can get my applications filed first in the State Land Office--I shall have won the first battle of the war. If I fail to do this I shall have lost the land, and without further ado I shall sell my water-right to the best possible advantage. The enemy may conclude to pay me a reasonable price for it, rather than declare war and delay the development of their land. The power possibilities of my water-right are tremendous and I think I can force a good price, for I can poke away at my tunnel and by doing the assessment work I can keep my title alive for a few years. Of course, in the event that I should, after the lapse of years, be financially unable to develop my water-right, or interest others in it, I should lose it and they would grab it, no doubt. But they will buy me out, I think, rather than brook delay.” She raised her face, transfigured through the tears. “Then, win or lose--” “Win or lose, if you desire it and I can scrape together the price of a marriage license, we'll be married in six weeks. “I'm so tired of the desert, dear. I'm lonely.”