So if we don't like it here we'll have to stay, anyway.

We--we're 'up against it,' as you fellows say." [Illustration: "WE--WE'RE 'UP AGAINST IT,' AS YOU FELLOWS SAY."] Charming Billy, fumbling the latigo absently, felt a sudden belligerence toward her father.

"He ought to have his head punched good and plenty!" he blurted sympathetically.
To his amazement Miss Bridger drew herself up and started for the door.

"I'm very sorry you don't like the idea of us being here, Mr.
Boyle," she replied coldly, "but we happen to _be_ here, and I'm afraid you'll just have to make the best of it!" Billy was at that moment pulling off the saddle.

By the time he had carried it from the stall, hung it upon its accustomed spike and hurried to the door, Miss Bridger was nowhere to be seen.