Finally Ren drew a deep breath and turned to Sig.
“Them movie people take big chances, don’t they? Jist think about uh girl playin’ with Oscar. Tame? Say, I shore hope I never meets uh wild cougar, Sig. That animule shore put his trade-mark on me.”
Just then there came a clatter of horse’s hoofs outside and Sig limped over to the closed door.
“Hello!” yelled a voice, which they both recognized as that of Norton, the movie director.
“Hello, yoreself!” retorted Sig. “We’re takin’ our mornin’ bath and can’t come out.”
“That’s all right,” laughed Norton. “I just came up here to deliver a message to you from Miss Reynolds.”
“What was it?” asked Sig quickly.
“She said for you boys not to worry about Oscar because he came back right after you left.”
“Must be sore about something,” reflected Norton as his horse picked its way down the narrow trail. “Either they are sore or mighty ungentlemanly, because they never even said ‘thank you.’”
THE END