"I think it does myself," she admitted, and the Kansan took this as an excuse to kiss her again.
"We'll pull out of this snarl in some way," he hopefully declared. "I don't know just how, but we'll plan something."
"Oh, I'm afraid of father!" and she shivered.
"I don't see just how we are to get round the old man's objections myself at this moment, but something may come our way. If we can continue to meet, I reckon we can plan something."
"We can meet to-morrow evening right here."
"Good. That's all right."
"And many more nights, if we are not discovered. I'll be as nice to father as I can, and perhaps he will not dream I am such a disobedient thing, after all. But I do hate to deceive him! I never did before in my life, and it strikes me as something awful. He doesn't dream that I would do such a thing."
"I think he does, or he wouldn't have locked you in. If he had trusted you, there would have been no need of that."
"True," she admitted.
"And I shall be a living lie, just as you were, Buck, when you made me think I knew all about that Crested Foam affair. So you see I am not much better than you were, if any. But you will never deceive me about anything again, will you, Buck?"