“Ha-ha! Put that into your pipe and smoke it,” Dorothy laughed at the surprised look on Bill’s face. “She’s quick on the come-back, isn’t she?”
“Too blooming touchy, if you want to know—”
“Oh, my goodness! A girl isn’t worth a thing who won’t stick up for the man she’s engaged to!”
“Perhaps not—but I’m no girl—and all this love business makes me sick. Osceola has acted like a hen with one chick ever since Deborah came into the picture.”
“Oh, cheer up, old gloomy, she didn’t mean anything by that—any more than you did by your wisecrack! And by the way, you and Osceola are invited to dinner at my house tonight. You’ll have to dash away early though. Daddy’s gone to Hartford on business and won’t be back till tomorrow. I don’t want to lose my rep, you know.”
“Thanks for the invite,—but I didn’t know you had any.”
“Oh, you didn’t! Well, let me tell you, young man—”
Osceola’s voice cut her short. “Here it is!” He flung a silver dollar onto the white cloth.
Dorothy picked up the coin and examined it.
“Number two of the series, on a bet?” said Bill, looking up at the chief.