“Phew! It’s too hot even to think of getting there.”
“That from a Pennington!” she cried in mock astonishment and reproach.
“Do you mean to say that you’d ride up there through this heat?” he demanded.
“Of course I would. I haven’t christened my new spurs yet.”
“I’m game, then, if you are,” Custer announced.
She jumped to her feet.
“Come on, then! Who else is going?”
Shannon looked around at them questioningly. Mrs. Pennington shook her head, smiling.
“Not I. Before breakfast is enough for me in the summer time.”
“I have to dictate some letters,” said the colonel.