“And I’d take Dell’s,” spoke up Mamie mischievously. “It’s perfectly stunning.”
“These are my working clothes, Mame,” said Dell demurely. “I wear them all the time at the ranch. When I ride, you see, I ride like a man, and the short skirt——”
“Horrors!” gulped Mrs. Colonel. “My dear child, I wish you and your mother would sell that ranch and come to live with the colonel and me.”
“I’d smother,” averred Dell. “I’m so full of action, you see, that I’ve got to have room—and plenty of it.”
The colonel laughed delightedly.
“She’s Trave Dauntless, over and over again,” said he. “It makes my old heart pound just to hear her talk. By the way,” he added, “I found out something about you to-day, Dell. One of our ’Pache scouts was telling me.”
“What’s that?” queried the girl.
“Why, you’re a friend of my old comrade, Cody—as gallant and true a man as ever followed a trail.”
“I’m more than that, colonel,” returned Dell, with a touch of quiet pride, “for I’m Buffalo Bill’s girl pard.”