“You might start in by calling me Jimmy. I hate the rest of my name. It’s James Eaton Legg. Sounds like a cannibal, doesn’t it. Parents never stop to think, when they’re naming innocent children.”
“All right, Jimmy—if you’ll call me Marion. Every one does. We are not formal out here in the wilderness.”
“I’m glad you’re not. My feet feel fine in those socks. I’ll buy me some tonight and give Buck a new pair.”
“Don’t bother about that, Jimmy.”
“No bother at all. Say, that Tex Alden don’t like me, does he?”
“Possibly not.”
“Does he—” Jimmy hesitated.
“Does he what, Jimmy?”
“Oh, that’s a little too personal, Marion.”
“I suppose so. You meant to ask me if Tex thought he had the right to say who I shall speak to, didn’t you?”