Mesa?" asked John, all a broad smile now that infuriated Judith.
She jumped up from the table, took down her milking pail and went out. Nor did she give Douglas opportunity to talk to her during the rest of the day. Not until twilight had settled in the valley did Douglas find her alone. Then, searching for her, he discovered her behind the corral, curled up against the new alfalfa stack, her eyes on the sunset glow above Lost Chief Peak.
Douglas sat down beside her. "I didn't mean to tease you, this morning, Jude. I was just trying to steer Dad off."
"But you always do think my stunts never amount to anything, Doug!"
"Have I said a word like that, lately? I can't help being anxious, can I, when a girl like you stays out until three in the morning?"
"Yes, you were so anxious your snores shook the house!" returned Judith. "Now admit, Doug, that you really think it was nothing worth worrying about."
"Well, I don't see how it could be anything so very important."
"There, I knew it! Doug, I'm so proud of myself that if I don't tell some one, I'll burst. Give me your word of honor you'll never give it away and I'll tell you."
"I swear I'll die before I'll peep!"
"Still think it's funny, don't you! All right, mister, prepare to faint! I was out helping Scott Parsons run cattle."
Douglas gasped.
"There, Doug Spencer! You're such a wonder! Of course," honestly, "I didn't do the hardest part. Scott had got 'em all together in a corral before I got there.
