"You mean the rustlers?" Nan drove to the heart things without hesitation.
"Sure. Them an'—other things."
The girl nodded. She knew the other things without asking.
"Jeff's in a heap of—trouble," she said with a sigh.
"An' looks like carryin' us along with him—ef we ain't watchin' around."
"We've always kind of leaned on Jeff."
"Most folks are ready to lean, Nan. It sort o' saves 'em a deal of trouble."
"Yes. Till you kick the prop away."
"Sure. Our prop's been kicked away, an' we've jest got to git right up on to our hind legs an'—git busy. The leanin' racket's played out fer us. We got to hand Jeff a prop now, an' see it don't git kicked away. See?"
For some moments the girl's gaze searched straight ahead of her down the valley. And into her eyes there grew a gentle light of enthusiasm. Suddenly she turned upon the great figure on its horse beside her.