“Your mother is resting in her room,” she told him, “and my Dad is away somewhere on the range, so now I can visit with you and Ethel.”
“Then your Dad isn’t going with us to Ricker’s?” he questioned.
“Of course not, silly,” his sister cut in. She had taken an easy chair and was leisurely reading a magazine.
“You don’t suppose that Josephine would let her father go on a dangerous mission like this raid at his age, do you?” she continued.
“Josephine, I ask you to take my part; you see how my sister bawls me out at the slightest opportunity,” he said whimsically, glancing over at his sister.
“Sir Jack, I am sorry that so many terrible things have happened since you have been here,” Josephine said gravely, “and I am afraid your mother and sister will never want to come out this way again.”
“Don’t you ever believe that,” Ethel protested warmly. “Why, we are just having the time of our lives. There is just enough spice in this life to make you feel glad you are living. Am I not right, brother?”
“You’ve said it, sister mine,” he answered gaily.
“Sir Jack,” Josephine was looking at him steadily, “I know you are very reckless, and something tells me you are going into great danger to-night, Please promise me that you will try to be very, very careful.”
“Why, certainly, I can promise you that much,” he answered, a bit startled.