Zane had just stepped out of the barn door and his face took on an expression of amazement when he saw the pony come tearing up the road, Betty's hair flying in the wind and with a face as white as if she were pursued by a thousand yelling Indians.
"Say, Betts, what the deuce is wrong ?" cried the Colonel, when Betty reached the fence.
"Why did you not tell me that man was here again ?" she demanded in intense excitement.
"That man! What man ?" asked Col.

Zane, considerably taken back by this angry apparition.
"Mr.Clarke, of course.

Just as if you did not know.

I suppose you thought it a fine opportunity for one of your jokes." "Oh, Clarke.

Well, the fact is I just found it out myself.