“Of course it will!” laughed Tavia.
“There! that’s what I mean. It is bold.”
“But, you silly!” cried Tavia. “You only write Mr. Knapp to do him a good turn. And he did us a good turn—at least, he did me one that I shall never forget.”
“True,” Dorothy said thoughtfully. “And I have only repeated to him in this note what I heard that man, Stiffbold, say about the purchase of Mr. Knapp’s ranch.”
“Oh, help the poor fellow out. Those men will rob him,” Tavia advised. “Why didn’t you send it at once, when you had written it?”
“I—I thought I’d wait and consult Aunt Winnie,” stammered Dorothy.
“Then consult her.”
“But—but now I don’t want to.”
Tavia looked at her with certainty in her own gaze. “I know what is the matter with you,” she said.
Dorothy flushed quickly and Tavia shook her head, saying nothing more. But when the girls went downstairs to dinner, Tavia saw Dorothy drop the stamped letter addressed to “Mr. Garford Knapp, Desert City,” into the mail bag in the hall.