Josephine broke his reverie by saying, “Oh, I hope you will like it out here. Look! off there to the West is Devil’s Gap.”
“Devil’s Gap,” he repeated.
“Yes, come, we’ll ride out that way and I’ll tell you about it.”
Putting the spurs to his horse he tried to keep up with her.
“I am afraid you’re going too fast for me,” he called after her ruefully.
A silvery laugh floated back to him as she checked her horse to a slower pace. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief as he rode up to her.
“Forgive me, Sir Jack,” she said. “I forgot you are not used to the saddle.”
He looked keenly at her.
“I must appear an awful big dub in your eyes,” he said slowly.
He was thinking of the poor comparison he would make if Bud Anderson was along. A severe look came into Josephine’s face.