“Love me, love my dog.”
“What did you say?” the girl asked, looking up brightly.
He smiled and shook his head.
“Well, it was something about a dog,” she declared.
“You must be great friends with my dog. His name is Rover. Shake hands with the gentleman, Rover.”
The dog offered a huge paw, which Mason shook in solemn friendship.
“There,” declared the girl gaily, “you now have a friend for life.”
“What I would like to know,” he questioned, “is where all the cowboys keep themselves?”
“Oh,” the girl answered. “I supposed that Red or Scotty had shown you the bunk-house. It is that building you see just beyond the corral. All the boys sleep there. Come, let’s go in to breakfast.”
After the meal the girl motioned for Mason to follow her. When they were outside she said: