A gleam of humor flitted into the eyes of the cattleman. "I ran into a door."
"Say, Clay," Johnnie burst out, "I'll betcha can't guess."
His friend laughed in amiable derision, "Oh, you kids in the woods. I knew it soon as I opened the door."
He walked up to the girl and took her hand. "You got a good man,
Kitty. I'm wishin' you all the joy in the world."
Her eyes flashed softly. "Don't I know I've got a good man, and I'm going to be happier than I deserve."
CHAPTER XXIV
CLAY LAYS DOWN THE LAW
Tim Muldoon, in his shirt-sleeves, was busy over a late breakfast when his mother opened the door of the flat to let in Clay Lindsay.
The policeman took one look at the damaged face and forgot the plate of ham and eggs that had just been put before him.
"Yuh've been at it again!" he cried, his Irish eyes lighting up with anticipatory enjoyment.