"Blake's drunk," Kathleen replied.
"Drunk, is he?" Gavin said without surprise.
"And you're a nice bunch of brothers to send him! Couldn't one of you have come?"
"Oh, well, he was going, anyway," said Gavin carelessly. "Did you see him?"
"Yes, I saw him. He tried to stop Angus' team on the main street, and I slashed him back with the whip."
"You little devil!" said her brother, but with a certain admiration in his voice. "But that's pretty hard medicine, Kit!"
"And what sort of medicine is it for me to have a drunken blackguard of a brother run out on the street to hold up the rig I'm driving in?" she flared. "I'm entitled to ordinary respect; even if I am a sister, and Blake and all of you had better understand it now."
"Pshaw!" said Gavin. "The trouble with you, Kit, is that you've got a wire edge. You're set on a hair-trigger."
"And the trouble with Blake and the whole lot of you is that you've run wild," she retorted. "You've got so that you don't care for anything or anybody. You're practically savages. But I can tell you, you'll remember some of the ordinary usages of civilization now I'm home."
"And a sweet temper you've come back in!" said Gavin. He lifted his sister down over the wheel and reached for the trunk.