"Quick work!" beamed Miss Jean. "When is the wedding?"
"Wedding? I don't know," Angus admitted. "We didn't talk about that."
"You're going to buy a wedding ring and you don't know when you'll be married?" Miss Jean cried scandalized.
"Well, we'll be married some time. I always order more repair parts of machinery than I want, and they always come in handy. So will the ring."
"Repairs! Machinery! Oh, my grief!" ejaculated Miss Jean. "I suppose you have a soul, but—Oh, well never mind!" She threw her broom recklessly at a corner, and her dust cap after it. "Go and saddle Pincher for me, will you? And you men will have to get your own dinner. I'm going over to spend the day with my sister!"
When she had gone, burning up the trail toward Faith's ranch, Angus saddled Chief and rode to town, taking with him the notice he had received from Mr. Braden. He looked upon it as a matter of form, and attached little importance to it. With the undoubted security of the ranch he anticipated no difficulty in securing an extension.
"Of course," he said to his creditor, "I don't suppose this means just what it says."
"It means exactly what it says," Mr. Braden informed him. "The loan is very badly in arrears, and I have made up my mind to call it in."
"But the security is good for double the money."
"Security isn't money. You are away behind. Then there is that note, past due. I can't let these things run on indefinitely."