Dad, give Bill that cigar so he won't look quite so disagreeable." Bill looked inquiringly at Sudden.

It did not seem to him that even so spoiled an offspring as Mary V should be permitted to delay him now, when minutes counted for a good deal.

He wished briefly that Mary V belonged to him; Bill mistakenly believed that he would know how to handle her.
Still, he took the cigar which Sudden obediently surrendered, and he got down off his horse and stood with one spurred foot lifted to the second step of the porch while he felt in his pocket for a match.
"Well, now, Bill's in a hurry, Mary V.We haven't got time--" "You'd better take time, then! What's the use of Bill going off to Sinkhole unless he listens to me first?
Do you think, for gracious sake, I've been riding around all over the country with my eyes shut?
Or do I look nearsighted, or _what_?
What do you suppose I laid awake all night for, piecing things that I know together, if you're not going to pay attention?
Do you think, for gracious sake--" "There, now, we don't want to get all excited, Mary V.Sit down here and stop for-gracious-saking, and tell dad and Bill what it is you've seen.
If it's anything that'll help run down them horse thieves, you'll get that Norman car, kitten, if I have to pawn my watch." Sudden gave Bill a lightened look of hope, and pulled Mary V down beside him on the striped porch swing.

Then he snorted at something he saw.

"What's the riding breeches and boots for?
Didn't I tell you--" "Well, Bill's going to lend me Jake, and I'll be in a hurry." "Like h--" Bill began explosively, and stopped himself in time.
"Just like that," Mary V told him calmly.