"And you don't look the other way?"
Jeff's strong chin stuck out, and his eyes sparkled "You bet I don't."
The boy eyed him attentively. The qualities conspicuous in the pioneer--energy, fortitude, grit, patience--shone finely out of Jeff's eyes.
"I like you, Jeff," said the boy, almost shyly.
"Shake," said Jeff. "I like you, Bud."
The two shook hands solemnly.
"Although I am a city boy," said Bud.
"But it beats me what yer doing--here?"
"Just camping. Dad's a botanist and an entomologist."
"Is that so?" Jeff's face shone. The presence of these strangers in the wild foothills was adequately explained. Then he laughed, showing strong, even teeth. "I'd like to meet your dad first-rate, and, Bud, I'd like even better to meet your sister."