“I beg your pardon,” said the girl, rebuffed. “I seem to have forgotten myself.”
“I wish I could,” ejaculated Bud bitterly, and refused to explain further.
CHAPTER III
AN UNSETTLED SCORE
As soon after dinner as possible Larkin disengaged himself from the rest of the party and motioned Caldwell to follow him. He led the way around the house and back toward the fence of the corral. It was already dark, and the only sounds were those of the horses stirring restlessly, or the low bellow of one of the ranch milch cows.
“What are you doing out here?” demanded Bud.
“I came to see you.” The other emitted an exasperating chuckle at his own cheap wit.
“What do you want?”