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`` Bacon , toasted on a green willow switch over red coals , ought to put broiled lobsters out of business , '' said Vuyning . `` And you say a horse at the end of a thirty-foot rope ca n't pull a ten-inch stake out of wet prairie ? Well , good-bye , old man , if you must be off . '' At one o'clock Vuyning had luncheon with Miss Allison by previous arrangement . For thirty minutes he babbled to her , unaccountably , of ranches , horses , cañons , cyclones , round-ups , Rocky Mountains and beans and bacon . She looked at him with wondering and half-terrified eyes . `` I was going to propose again to-day , '' said Vuyning , cheerily , `` but I wo n't .