summoned courage to call, "Doggone it, Charleton! I wanted to put it over, don't you suppose?"
Charleton did not answer, and when they crossed the canyon back of Rodman's, Douglas, hurt and resentful, turned the Moose onto the home trail. He had gone almost beyond hailing distance before Charleton called, "Come down and see me soon, old cattle rustler!"
Instantly Doug's spirits soared. He waved his hand with a grin and put the Moose to a trot.
It was supper time when he clanked into the kitchen. His father and mother were at the table.
"You're early, Doug!" exclaimed John.
Doug nodded. "Where's Judith?"
"Keeping that mysterious date of hers. Maud, of course! She won't be home till late. I hope it's not with Inez. You look tired, Doug."
"I am. Jude makes me sick. She's harder to watch than a boy!"
John laughed enigmatically and went out to finish his chores. Shortly, Douglas followed him and told the story of the miscarried adventure.
"I told Charleton not to let Scott in on it," exclaimed John. "Serves him right. I sure got the laugh on Charleton this time."
"He's awful sore! Acts kind of suspicious of me," said Douglas ruefully.
"A guy like Charleton don't even trust himself." John pitched down a forkful of hay. "Have you any idea what Maud and Jude are up to?"
"No, sir. Are you worried about her?"
John laughed. "As long as Scott Parsons was with you, why worry? We'd ought to let Young Jeff run that crook out of the valley."
"I'll do it myself, some day." Douglas squared his
