"Look a-here, Buck. You ain't goin' to tell me as how Rose—"
"Not by a jugful! That's a flower without a stain, Ned, an' I backs her with my whole pile."
"Here, too," coincided Ned, in hearty accord.
"We lost th' trail, Ned."
"You bet!"
"In th' Jill."
"Took a boat," suggested Ned, solemnly.
Buck concealed his amusement. "Or a balloon," he offered.
"Mebby," assented Ned. "Could n't pick her up agin, nohow."
"Not if we 'd had a dog," declared Buck.