“What is it, Felicia?” he asked. “Whatever is the matter? My pard—he went out to ride with you! Where is he now?”
“Oh, where is he? Oh, where is he?” cried Felicia.
“You don’t know? Is that what you mean? Oh, say, Felicia, don’t tell me anything has happened to my pard!”
“Brad! Brad!” she gasped, swaying in her saddle, “a strange thing has happened. I can’t account for it.”
In a moment he lifted her down in his strong arms and supported her, as he tumultuously poured questions upon her.
“What’s this strange thing, Felicia? What has happened? Where is Dick? Tell me, quick!”
“Oh, I wish you could tell me!” she retorted.
“He went out with you?”
“Yes, yes!”
The Texan made an effort to cool down.