"Me too!" exclaimed Douglas, following Scott.

Weary as he was, Douglas was long in getting to sleep that night.
Charleton Falkner was deeply admired by all the young men of Lost
Chief. Not only was he of the ultra-sophisticated type, dear to
adolescence, not only was he by far the cleverest hunter in the valley,
but, most important of all, his name was whispered in connection with
horse and cattle deals, never called questionable by Lost Chief but
always mentioned with a wink and a chuckle for their adroitness. To have
been asked by Charleton to go as a partner on one of his mysterious trips
was intoxicating enough to take the sting out of the fact that Scott met
Judith that evening at the post-office and rode home with her.

The next day Judith several times tried to discover where Doug was going
and with whom.

"Don't you try tagging me again, like you did on the trip to the half-way
house," he said with a warning grin, when they were finishing the evening
chores together.

"No danger! I got a date of my own!" This with a toss of her curly head.

"Who with?"

"Don't you wish you knew! Other folks beside you can have interesting
deals, Mr. Douglas Spencer!"

"Huh! Some little stunt with Maud, I suppose."