If to-day ain't the finest for you and me,
There's always to-morrow, that's goin' to be.
And the day after that is a-comin'. See!
And nothin' to do but go.
"I'm the ramblin' son with the nervous feet,
That never was made for a steady beat.
I had many a job for a little spell;
I been on the bum, and I've hit it swell.
But there's only one road to Fare-ye-well,
And nothin' to do but go."
"With nothing to do but go," whispered Collie. "Red, we've always been
friends?"
"You bet your return ticket!"
"And we are always going to be," said Collie. "I guess that settles it.
I--I wish Saunders--had--finished me."
Louise, numb from sitting still so long, moved slightly.
"What's that?" exclaimed Collie.
"Jest some of your little old ideas changin' cars," replied Overland.
"You'll get used to it."
"No; I heard something."
"You'll be seein' things next. Got a match? I'm jest dyin' for a smoke.
Remember when she give us the makin's and you got hot at me?"
Overland cupped the flame in his hands and lighted his cigarette. The
soft glow of the match spread in the windless air, penetrating the
darkness. For an instant, a breath, Overland saw a startled face gazing
down at him; the white face of the Rose Girl!
"Great Snakes!" he cried, stepping back as the flame expired.
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