Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 6 Page 34

Inspiration comes to us at such times. It could have been nothing less that prompted him to say, “Well — doesn’t that depend a lot on the weather and the depth of the — ahem! — water?”

“Yes, of course. How silly of me. We’ll take a lot of all kinds, and then we’ll be safe.”

He breathed again and smiled. He had a winning smile, Florian. Jessie Heath smiled in return and they stood there, the two of them, lips parted, eyes holding eyes.

“My God!” said the man who boasted he knew the Rockies like the palm of his own hand, “it looks as if he’d landed her, the stiff.”

Certainly it looked as if he had. For next morning old Heath, red-faced, genial-looking