She turned to him then—suddenly. There was in her eyes a look partly of amusement, partly of chagrin, partly of shame.
"I can't answer you," she stated simply. "I blundered, that's all. Opened my mouth and put my foot in it."
"But can't you tell me how you did that even?"
"I talk too much," was her explanation. "Like poor old Henry Dodd, I went too far on dangerous ground."
Oliver tilted his Stetson over one eye and scratched the nape of his neck. "I pass," he said.
"That reminds me," was her quick return, "I sat in at a dandy game of draw last night. There was—"
"Wh-what!"
"And now I have both feet in my mouth," she cried. "And you'll have to admit that comes under the heading, 'Some Stunt.' I thought I saw a chance to brilliantly change the subject, but I see that I'm worse off than before. For now you're not only mystified but terribly shocked."
He gave this thirty seconds of study.
"I'll have to admit that you jolted me," he laughed, his face a little redder. "I'm not accustomed to hearing young ladies say, 'I sat in at a dandy little game of draw'—just like that. But I'm sure I went too far when I showed surprise."