"What! Do you cook for that hungry outfit?"
"No, not for them—just for Paw an' me."
"When are you comin' up again for more flowers?"
"I don't know. You see, I'm going to make cookies some day this week, but I don't know just when. Do you like cookies, an' cake?"
"You bet I do! Why?"
"I'll bring some with me th' next time. Paw says they're th' best he ever ate."
"Bet I'll say so, too," he replied, stepping forward to help her into the saddle, but she sprang into it before he reached her side, and he vaulted on his own horse and joined her.
She suddenly turned and looked him straight in the eyes. "Tell me, honest, has yore ranch any right to keep our cows south of that line?"
"Yes, we have. Our boundaries are fixed. We gave th' Three Triangle about eighty square miles of range so our valley would be free from all cows but our own. That's all th' land between th' line an' th' Jumping Bear, an' it was a big price, too. They never drove a cow over on us."
She looked disappointed and toyed with her quirt.