“But we will. I say we will! You wouldn’t desert me and go alone, Tom?”
“Hardly.”
“Then if I refuse to budge, how are you going to accomplish it?”
“I’ll carry you.”
“Huh! Just try it!”
“Are we going to quarrel, dear?”
Her hazel eyes filled suddenly, and then his arms went around her.
“Oh, don’t pay any attention to me!” she said tearfully. “I’m so hu-hungry I’m all nerves. What shall we do, Tom? What on earth can we do?”
“There, there!” and he attempted to sooth her. “We’ll not talk any more about it now. It’s nearly noon. Let’s be getting up on the rock to watch the ranch. Maybe we’ll get the signal to-day. If not—well, then we’ll talk over the situation and try to do whatever is wisest.”
A few minutes later they were on their masthead rock, where the girl sat and trained the binoculars on Squawtooth.