"How about me?" Sue had entered the room unobserved in time to catch the drift of the conversation.
"Nothing doing," her father said. "Not," he added, "that there's the least bit of danger, but how'd it look for a girl to be galavantering off with a gang of men and her the only female in the party. No, sir, you're enough of a tom-boy as it is."
She did not press the point, contenting herself with saying that it wouldn't be much fun, anyway.
"You see, she's used to Skeets' raids," Jeb laughed.
"I'll say I am," she agreed.
"Suppose one of you boys run down to the shack and tell the boys to get what sleep they can before ten o'clock. They've been in most two hours and likely some of 'em are in bed now."
"How about Los?" Bob asked as he started up from his chair.
"That's so. What about Los?" Jeb repeated thoughtfully. "What do you think. Better tell him about it?"
"I'd say yes," Bob declared, adding: "If we don't it seems to me he'll suspect that we suspect him."
"Guess you're right. Anyhow I don't see's he can do any harm if he goes along."