"Not a thing," Dade replied. "We'll be going—unless you want us to stay. I'm sorry we disturbed the lady, but I sure thought McHale was in here."
"She'll forgive you," said Casey. "That part of it's all right. Better think over what I said. I mean it."
"So do I," said Dade grimly. "You can send McHale word."
As Casey closed the door and set a chair against it in place of the damaged fastenings, Kitty Wade peeped from her room.
"Are the outlaws g-gone?" she asked.
"They have went," her husband replied. "You are saved, m'dear. Your little heart may now palpitate in normal palps."
His wife, looking altogether charming and girlish, emerged.
"Well, I was frightened," she admitted. "I'd give worlds to be as brave as Clyde."
Clyde, feeling Casey's eyes upon her, flushed and gathered her dressing gown closer, conscious for the first time of her attire. "Oh, nonsense, Kitty!" she responded. "I was really shaking in my shoes."
"You didn't show it," Casey commented. "There isn't one girl in a thousand who would have been as cool."