"But you always do think my stunts never amount to anything, Doug!"

"Have I said a word like that, lately? I can't help being anxious, can I,
when a girl like you stays out until three in the morning?"

"Yes, you were so anxious your snores shook the house!" returned Judith.
"Now admit, Doug, that you really think it was nothing worth worrying
about."

"Well, I don't see how it could be anything so very important."

"There, I knew it! Doug, I'm so proud of myself that if I don't tell some
one, I'll burst. Give me your word of honor you'll never give it away and
I'll tell you."

"I swear I'll die before I'll peep!"

"Still think it's funny, don't you! All right, mister, prepare to faint!
I was out helping Scott Parsons run cattle."

Douglas gasped.

"There, Doug Spencer! You're such a wonder! Of course," honestly, "I
didn't do the hardest part. Scott had got 'em all together in a corral
before I got there. But I held the herd in a little canyon for a couple
of hours while he got old Nelson off the scent. Then we drove 'em across
the ridge, down into the desert country west of Mesa Pass. He's going to
sell 'em in Mountain City and my share is a good bucking horse, like I
told you."