"Right! Nor uses his brain less!"
"I suppose you mean I ought to go to college and let Judith go to the devil."
"Judith's pretty good stuff, herself," protested Peter. "A half-baked kid like you can't influence Judith!"
Douglas started to his feet. "By God, I will! You'll see!"
"There's only one way. Show yourself fit to influence her. Don't get a grouch at me, Doug. I've come a long, hard, lonely road. And all because I thought everybody was wrong but myself. I don't want your mother's son to make the same mistake, if I can help it."
"I'm the unhappiest guy in the world!" cried Douglas, passionately.
He mounted his horse and, followed joyfully by Prince, turned down the trail. Peter did not stir. For a long time he sat with his arm around Sister. The moon was high over the valley before he said aloud:
"O Esther! Esther! The years are long!" Then he too mounted and rode away.
As Doug trotted through Rodman's door-yard, Inez crossed toward the corral.
"Hello, Doug! Where've you been? What's the matter with Buster?"
Douglas drew up. "I gave him to Judith."
"Why, you blank little fool! It must have hurt you deep!"
"I guess Judith's worth it! Say, Inez, is there anything I can do for you to get you to keep Judith away from here?"
"I won't hurt her, Doug."
"Aw, Inez, what's the use of saying that! Make out you're sore at her."
"I could, but that won't do so much for her. Judith
