“I climbed up on a chair so I could see what would happen next,” she replied simply.
“Oh—a” Jimmie whistled softly. “What—you—you were magnificent! But what did happen?”
“Nothing. Just nothing at all,” she said.
“For Pete’s sake!” he exclaimed. “Why not?”
“Because those men knew that Dad had a big long blue-barrelled gun in each hand, slung from a holster under his arms, and they knew that he was faster than they were,—a lot faster. They knew that if they started things, two of them would die, and they didn’t know just which two.”
“Sayee!” Jimmie whistled again. “That was really something! And your part was the best of all. Say! I’ll join your clan just any day. What’s the countersign?”
“A good honest handshake.” She put out a hand to give his a good manly grip.
“And then,” she added with a laugh, “I’d say, ‘Well, I’ve got to be going down. Just come down with me.’”
“And I would say?” he asked.
“You would say, ‘I can’t today. Just go up with me’.”