"Got 'em both--for m'mince pies!" He waggled his head, winked twice with his left eye, and went back to the bunk-house.
Still Ford did not appear.

Josephine came, however, in riding skirt and gray hat and gauntlets, treading lightly down the path that lay all in a yellow glow which was not so much sunlight as that mellow haze which we call Indian Summer.

She looked in at the stable, and then came straight over to Dick.

There was, when Josephine was her natural self, something very direct and honest about all her movements, as if she disdained all feminine subterfuges and took always the straight, open trail to her object.
"Do you know where Mr.Campbell is, Dick ?" she asked him, and added no explanation of her desire to know.
"I do," said Dick, with the rising inflection which was his habit, when the words were used for a bait to catch another question.
"Well, where is he, then ?" Dick straightened up and smiled down upon her queerly.

"Count ten before you ask me that again," he parried, "because maybe you'd rather not know." Josephine lifted her chin and gave him that straight, measuring stare which had so annoyed Ford the first time he had seen her.