big shoulders as he spoke. He was still very thin and his clothes hung loose on him. But his father, looking him over, did not smile.
"Go to it, boy," he said.
Douglas had planned to lie awake until Judith returned. But the minute he touched his pillow he dropped into dreamless slumber from which he did not waken until breakfast time. John was scolding Judith when Doug reached the table.
"That's all right, to be so highty-tighty. You can get away with that with your mother but not with me. It was nearly three o'clock this morning when you came in."
"O, no, John! It wasn't that late," protested Mary anxiously.
"Now, Mary, don't put up one of your fool lies for the little devil. I know what time it was. What excuse have you, miss?"
Judith, who was looking tired, but singularly self-satisfied, answered demurely, "I was out on business, Dad. And I'm going to get pay for it, too. A horse that will really buck."
John's face was flushing when Douglas spoke. "Aw, let her keep her secret, Dad! I don't think she's done a thing but rope a stray pony."
Judith protested quickly. "Nothing of the kind! If you three just knew what I have done, you'd respect me. Anyway, Doug, I know where you were. Over on Fire Mesa with Charleton Falkner."
"Who told you that?" grinned Douglas.
"Somebody that knew. Dad, why don't you get after Doug like you do after me? What was he doing over on Fire Mesa, all night?"
"That's right, Doug! What were you doing on Fire
