I had to drag him out and start him on the mountain, for you couldn't get him back to the road.
He was the last one but _you_." "Do you reckon it's the right thing for a girl like you to run about with trash of this kind, and mix herself up with all sorts of roughs and bad company ?" said Lance.
Flip stopped short.

"Look! if you're goin' to talk like Dad, I'll go back." The ridiculousness of such a resemblance struck him more keenly than a consciousness of his own ingratitude.

He hastened to assure Flip that he was joking.

When he had made his peace they fell into talk again, Lance becoming unselfish enough to inquire into one or two facts concerning her life which did not immediately affect him.

Her mother had died on the plains when she was a baby, and her brother had run away from home at twelve.