“Your faith is wonderful.”
There was a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
He felt the sting of it keenly. They were now far in advance of Ethel and Percy. Mason stopped and placed himself in her path.
“Josephine,” he spoke rapidly, “I don’t care for Waneda or any girl, only you.”
She drew herself up haughtily.
“Please let us not continue this subject,” she said, eyeing him coldly, “there is Bud just ahead of us and I wish to talk with him.”
Before he could prevent her she had passed swiftly by him while he stood staring blankly after her.
“Now, what have I said to offend her?” he demanded angrily of himself.
Bitterly condemning himself for having said something out of the way, and racking his brains in vain to think what it was, he made his way to the corral in a disturbed frame of mind.
“Josephine must think I am a clumsy brute, and I don’t know as I blame her. Jack, you always did have a fool way of putting your blundering foot in bad with the women, but this girl, oh hell, but I have made a mess of things.”