cavort beautifully under persuasion. "Logan, ma'am," he said, indifferent to the antics of his horse, "is about thirty miles east. You must 'a' sashayed some to get only this far in four days," he grinned.
"And we would be 'sashaying' yet, if I had n't found this trail," grunted Tom. There was a sudden disturbance behind his shoulder and the canvas was opened wider. "You found it!" snorted George. "You mean, I found it. Leave it to Mollie if I did n't! And I told you that you were going wrong. Did n't I?" he demanded.
"Hush, George," chided his sister.
"But did n't I? Did n't I say we should have followed that moth-eaten road running—er—north?"
"Did you?" shouted Tom, turning savagely. "You told me so many fool things I couldn't pick out those having a flicker of intelligence hovering around their outer edges. You drove two days out of the four, did n't you?"
"Tom!" pleaded Mollie, earnestly.
