Little Marion and Jimmy. When they reached the ranch house, they found Little Marion in the big bed in the living-room and Jimmy sitting beside the unshaded lamp, reading to her.
"Well!" exclaimed Douglas. "What's happened to you, Marion?"
Marion put back her great braid of hair, but what answer she might have made they were not to know, for at that moment Charleton returned from his wild horse hunt. Dust-covered and sunburned he strode into the room with a pleasant grin.
"Hello, folks! Why, Marion, are you sick?"
"Kind of. What luck, Dad?"
"Fair. Brought in a good stallion and some weedy stuff. How's the ranch, Jimmy?"
He asked this with his eyes still on his daughter.
"O.K., Charleton," replied Jimmy.
"You made a long trip, Charleton," said Douglas.
"Left the day after the rodeo," tossing his hat and gloves on the floor and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I remember Little Marion was laid up then with a sprained ankle or something. What do you hear from your mother, Marion?"
"She's well and so's the baby. They'll be home anytime now."
"What's the matter with you, Marion?"
"O, I'm sort of used up."
"How do you mean used up? I don't like your looks. I'm not a fool, you know."
Marion burst into tears. "You know what it is!"
Charleton made a sudden spring at Jimmy; but Douglas caught him by the arm.
"Hold on, Charleton!" cried Doug. "If things have gone wrong, you're as much to blame as any one."
