In fact, it has been a keen disappointment to him that I won't enter the Frontier Day contests.

He'd like nothing better than to see me win the bucking-horse match.

Think of it! And I'm so timid I can't look an oat in the face!" Barbara attempted a shy laugh, but there was a quaver to her voice, and when Gray continued to stare at her gravely, sympathetically, her face quickly sobered.

"Now you understand why my father doesn't think it necessary to go along on my trips through the oil fields.

It has never occurred to him that I'm anything but 'Bob' Parker, his boy.