"The Mountain City rodeo is a tough proposition for a young girl to tackle," said Peter.
"O, I'll go with her," John spoke quickly, "and let Mary and Doug run the place for a week. We'll be back in time for the round-up."
"If Judith goes, I go," said Mary with unwonted firmness.
"What do you think I am?" demanded John. "A millionaire or a Mormon?"
Douglas, a little white around the lips, glanced at Judith, who was calmly devouring the lavish piece of steak which she had served herself. Peter was rolling a cigarette.
"If Jude goes," John went on, "she goes with her Dad. And believe me, I am going to buy her the doggondest best outfit I can glom my hands on."
Peter caught Douglas' eye and almost imperceptibly shook his head.
"I'm going too," repeated Mary.
"You are not!" John's voice thickened. "You and Douglas run the place. If there's a rancher in the State deserves a vacation more than I do, I wish you'd name him."
"Give me a match, John," said Peter; "and if there's no objection, let's get out of this hot kitchen."
John tossed a match-box to the postmaster and led the way out to the corral. Peter and Douglas lined up on the fence beside him. Judith remained in the kitchen with her mother.
"Well, it was the best rodeo we ever had," said Peter.
"Jude was the whole show." John's handsome face showed vividly for a moment as he lighted his pipe. "I suppose there are other folks that ride as well, but she does it with an air!"
