“Good! Well, I rather guess it will taste good! See here, I can't ever thank you for this—for bringing it yourself.” He had few words, but his looks were moderately expressive.
Nancy blushed with pleasure. “Well, I had to—when folks are so wrapped up in their business. There, with Susan's compliments! Susan's the heifer you rounded up for me in the ditch. I know she made you a lot of work, tracking holes in your banks you're so fussy about. Do you really think it is a good ditch?”
“I am positive it is.”
“Then if anything goes wrong down here they will lay the blame on you?”
“They are welcome to. That's what I am here for.”
Nancy openly acknowledged her approval of a man that stood right up to his work and would take no odds of any one.
“The other boys were always complaining and saying it was the ditch. But there, I know it is mean of me to talk about them.”
“I guess it won't go any further,” said Travis dryly.
“Well, I hope not. They were good boys enough, but pretty trifling watchmen, I shouldn't wonder.”
Travis had nothing to say to this, but he made a mental note or two.