Forget it, Luck." The Kid spat manfully into the trodden hay, and pushed his small-size Stetson back so that his curls showed, and set his feet as far apart as was comfortable.

"I knew she would," he added with weary wisdom in his tone.

"Doctor Dell can get around anybody when she takes a notion." Luck held his face from smiling.

He looked surprised, and disappointed in the Kid, and sorry for the Kid's parents.

At least, he made the Kid feel that he was thinking all these things, which proves how well one may master the art of facial expression.