"Nothing like having your breakfast served immediately on waking," said
Douglas.
"Come and eat, Doug. We must be on our way." Judith poured a tin cup of coffee and offered Douglas a bacon sandwich as she spoke.
"You shouldn't have let me sleep so long. A couple of hours would have kept me going the rest of the day."
"You talk as foolish as old Johnny!" exclaimed Judith. "You were in almost as bad shape as I was, and two hours' sleep would have been a mere aggravation to me. Will you let me have enough grub to see me down to the Bowdins' ranch, Doug?"
"No, I won't," replied Douglas succinctly, bracing himself for battle as he spoke.
"Don't let's quarrel, Doug." Judith kept her eyes on the fire. "I haven't any intention of going back to Lost Chief. I've broken away and I shall stay away."
"I don't blame you for feeling that way, Jude, but surely you can see that this is no way to go."
Judith set her fine jaw firmly. Finally she said, "Where did you pick up my trail?"
"Where you left the stage road. Jude, did you know that old Johnny gave
Dad a nasty one above the knee?"
"No! Old Johnny came to my rescue, but I didn't think he could hit a canyon wall. Good old Johnny! What became of him?"