I grant that without argument.

But as for me--" Sympathy for herself pushed her lips into a trembling, forced a quiver into her voice.
"As for _me_, you went and stampeded Jake so he broke loose and went off like a--a bullet! And Bill Hayden will just about _murder_ me for taking him; I was going to sneak him back while the boys were out after more horses, and sneak out again with Tango so Bill wouldn't know.

And now _look_ what a mess you've got me into! Of course _you_ don't care--you and your darned old flying machine! I wish it had busted itself all to pieces! And you too! And Sandy's stampeded after Jake, and I'm just glad of it!" She gulped, forced back further angry-little-girl storming, and recovered her young-lady sarcasm.
"But please don't let me interrupt your very fascinating new pastime.

Of course, since you are a young man of leisure, playing with your new toy must seem far more important than the fact that I have about twenty miles to walk--through the sand and the heat, and not even a canteen of water to save me from parching with thirst.

I--I must ask you to pardon me for--for thrusting my merely personal affairs upon your notice.