"Nonsense!" said Jean. "Making a new ranch isn't fun; it's hard work. And then, on top of it all, what do you think Angus is going to do?"
"Wring old Braden's neck, I hope."
"He's going to get married!"
"Hooray!" cried Chetwood. "Nail the flag to the mast! Derry walls and no surrender! Give hostages—er—I mean that's the spirit. Also an example. Let's follow it. What's sauce for the Mackay gander ought to be sauce for—er—"
"I'm not a goose," she pouted prettily.
"Duck!" Chetwood suggested.
"Don't be silly. It's a different proposition entirely."
"Why?" Jean did not reply. "Why, Jean?"
"Because Angus can look after himself—and a wife."
Chetwood's perennially cheerful expression sobered. "That's rather a hard one. I'm not quite helpless, really."