“I surely do remember. Say, Dave, those were certainly great days on the ranch, weren’t they?”
“Now that we’ve moved up here to Montana I hope some day to get the chance to run out to the ranch,” continued Dave. “I would like very much to meet Belle Endicott and her folks.”
“I’ll wager you’ll find Phil Lawrence sneaking out this way some day,” laughed Roger.
“Can you blame him, Roger? Belle is an awfully nice girl.”
“Of course I shouldn’t blame him, any more than I’d blame myself for—for——”
“Than you would blame yourself for sneaking off to Crumville to see my sister,” laughed Dave.
“Humph! I guess you wouldn’t mind being back in Crumville this moment, calling on Jessie Wadsworth.”
“I don’t deny it. But say, let us get on our way. Those black clouds are coming up altogether too rapidly to suit me.”
“How many miles do you suppose we are from the camp?”
“Six or eight at least. You know we followed this trail for a long time before we stopped to have lunch.”