"But here's the interesting part of it—what do you think she asked me, after we'd had our little laugh? Well, you don't need to get so grouchy about it—she asked about you!"
"Aw!"
"Yes, she did! So you see what you get for throwing her down!"
"What did she ask?"
"Well, she asked—" here he stopped and laughed—"she asked if you were a cowboy!"
"No!" cried Bud, pleased in spite of himself. "What does she know about cowboys?"
"Oh, she's wise!" declared Phil. "She's been to school twice in Los Angeles and seen the wild West show. Yes, sir, she's just like an American girl and speaks English perfectly. She told me she didn't like the Mexican men—they were too stuck on themselves—and say, Bud, when I told her you were a genuine Texas cowboy, what do you think she said?"
"W'y, I don't know," answered Bud, smiling broadly in anticipation; "what did she say?"
"She said she'd like to know you!"
"She did not!" came back Bud with sudden spirit.