“Break away from me, will you, you little snipe!” she mocked, as the pony sped away bearing both of them.
“Aw, Little Apple! Slide off now; I’m busy!”
“You little podhead! Show me what you have, or I’ll ride with you to the ends of the desert. You can’t shake me, and you know it!”
She was hatless, and wore neither chaps nor riding skirt. Mart glanced down at the generous display of tight black stockings and jeered:
“Oh, yes, I c’n shake you! You oughta be ashamed—a big girl like you showin’ all them legs!”
“Only two, brother. But if you don’t wish to disgrace me, come across with that cover. If you don’t, I’ll ride with you right into the camps.”
“Yes you will!”
“I’ll show you. Come across!”
“Will you slide off and leave me be if I let you have a look at ’er?”
“Uh-huh!”