“I suppose you’ll not even discharge him for this?”
“I haven’t thought that far,” answered Connie quietly. “Let’s not discuss it now. We’ll both catch our deaths if we sit around in these wet clothes.”
“I’m so bruised and battered I can’t walk,” Cecil complained.
“You’re lucky no bones are broken,” Connie told him and added impishly: “it really is a sixty foot drop.”
This time Cecil did not dispute her word. He followed her sullenly as she went ahead and parted the bushes.
They climbed from the pool-basin and circled the hill until they struck a trail. This led them back toward Lover’s Leap but they had not gone far before they met Lefty and the three women.
“Oh, Cecil, are you all right?” called his sister.
“I’m still alive,” the young man muttered. “No thanks to that brute!” He glared at Lefty.
“Cecil,” the cowboy said anxiously, “I hope you don’t think I pushed you off that steep cliff a-purpose.”
“Oh, no,” replied the youth mockingly. “I suppose you were just being playful! An old western custom no doubt.”