"It is strange," mused Blake, "though we ought to look for such happenin's out in this great west."
"Wal, Pan an' Lucy couldn't have a better birthright. It ought to settle them two kids for life."
"You mean grow up an' marry some day? Now that would be fine. Shake on it, Bill."
Pan asleep in the corner of the other room and Lucy wailing at her mother's breast were pledged to each other by their fathers.