“I shouldn’t wonder, Mr. Knapp.”
“I got a good offer—leastways, better than those sharks, Stiffbold and Lightly, would make me after they’d seen the ranch—from some lawyers out there. They planked down a thousand for an option, and told me to come East and close the deal with this Major Dale. And it never entered into this stupid head of mine that he was related to—to Miss Dale.”
“Isn’t that funny?” giggled Tavia. Then, as Jennie appeared from the baggage room and the westbound train whistled for the station, she added: “Just wait for me until I see a friend off on this train, Mr. Knapp, and I’ll drive you out.”
“Drive me out where?” asked Garry Knapp.
“To see—er—Major Dale,” she returned, and ran away.
When the train had gone she found the Westerner standing between his two heavy bags about where she had left him.
“Those old suitcases look so natural,” she said, laughing at his serious face. “Throw them into the tonneau and sit beside me in front. I’ll show you some driving.”
“But look here! I can’t do this,” he objected.
“You cannot do what?” demanded Tavia.
“Are you staying with Miss Dale?”