"Good-bye, Tom," said Kate, with a radiant smile. "I'll see you some other time."
"Some other time!" groaned Loudon, as he galloped down the street. "Some other time! She will, too. An' what'll I do? What'll I do? I don't like her any more. I don't like her a little bit. This is shore one helluva of a fix!"
"What did she do to yuh?" inquired Scotty, when Loudon joined him.
"Do to me! What do you mean?"
"Yuh look like yuh'd just missed being hugged to death by a b'ar. No offence, Tom, but yuh sure do look a heap shivery."
"It's them pickles I had for supper, Scotty. I knowed they'd make me sick."
"They was rich, for a fact."
They loped in silence for a half-hour.
"Scotty," said Loudon, suddenly, "if anybody comes out to the ranch a-lookin' for me, tell 'em I've pulled my freight yuh dunno where."
"Anybody?" Scotty quirked an eyebrow.