Daddy Chip takes care of Doctor Dell--I guess she'd cry if she couldn't find the bunch and had to make dry-camp and skinks come around--but I never." "Of course you never!" Miss Allen agreed emphatically, trying not to look conscious of any tear-marks on the Kid's sunburned cheeks.

"Women are regular cry babies, aren't they?
I suppose," she added guilefully: "I'd cry again if you rode off to find the bunch an left me down here all alone.

I've lost my horse, an I've lost my lunch, and I've lost myself, and I'm awful afraid of skunks--skinks." "Oh, I'll take care of you," the Kid comforted.

"I'll give you a doughnut if you're hungry.

I've got some left, but you'll have to pick out the glass where the jelly broke on it." He reined closer to the bank and slid off and began untying the sadly depleted bag from behind the cantle.