horses. I don't understand women that way. I don't understand men
that way. I can't see how a man gets anything but cheated when he
buys such things. It's funny, ain't it? Take my boss an' his
horses. He owns women, too. He might a-owned you, just because
he's got the price. An', Saxon, you was made for fancy
shirtwaists an' all that, but, honest to God, I can't see you
payin' for them that way. It'd be a crime--"

He broke off abruptly and reined in the horses. Around a sharp
turn, speeding down the grade upon them, had appeared an
automobile. With slamming of brakes it was brought to a stop,
while the faces of the occupants took new lease of interest of
life and stared at the young man and woman in the light rig that
barred the way. Billy held up his hand.

"Take the outside, sport," he said to the chauffeur.

"Nothin' doin', kiddo," came the answer, as the chauffeur
measured with hard, wise eyes the crumbling edge of the road and
the downfall of the outside bank.

"Then we camp," Billy announced cheerfully. "I know the rules of
the road. These animals ain't automobile broke altogether, an' if
you think I'm goin' to have 'em shy off the grade you got another
guess comin'."

A confusion of injured protestation arose from those that sat in
the car.

"You needn't be a road-hog because you're a Rube," said the