I'm going after wild horses with Charleton. And you can roast him all you want to, but he knows life."
"Knows your foot!" snorted Peter. "If anybody could catch Charleton with his skin off, we'd find he gets happiness and sorrow out of the same things the rest of us do. He's just a big bluff, Charleton is."
"He's lived too much to let anything get him," said Douglas stoutly.
Peter laughed. "Nobody can accuse you of having lived too much, Douglas." Then he added soberly, "You're disappointing me a lot, Douglas. I never thought you'd let go of Jude."
"Jude let go of me," replied Douglas. "I suppose she thought I'd come running back to her, but she's mistaken. I'm through with women."
"Don't talk like an idiot, Doug," said Peter, after a long careful look at Douglas' face. "I know you. You are breaking your heart this minute for Judith, And she misses you a whole lot more than she'll admit."
"How do you know? Have you talked to her?" asked Douglas quickly. "How are things going up there?"
"Yes, I've talked to her. She's all right, but she's getting too many of Inez' ideas in her head. She says John doesn't say ten words a day. You'd better go back, Doug."
"Go back! With Jude believing I double-crossed her and nothing but rows going all the time? I'll admit I'm unhappy, but at least it's peaceful at Charleton's. He and his wife don't fight. I tell you that if home's just a place to fight in, I don't want a home."
"What do you want, Douglas?" asked Peter.
"I don't know," muttered the young rider.
"I know," said Peter softly. "You want a guiding
