"And yuh never told her about his cutting your latigo--"

"Oh, cut it out!" Rowdy glowered down at him. "I guess I don't need to be
reminded of all those things. But are they the things a man can tell a girl
about her brother? Pink, you're about as unfeeling a little devil as I ever
run across. Maybe you'd have told her; but I couldn't. So it's all off."

He turned away and stared unseeingly at the rim of hills that hid the place
where she lived. She seemed very far away from him just then--and very, very
desirable. He thought then that he had never before realized just how much
he cared.

"You can jest bet I'd 'a' told her!" gritted Pink, watching furtively
Rowdy's averted face. "She ain't goin' t' be bowed down by no load of
ignorance much longer, either. If she don't get Harry Conroy's pedigree
straight out, without the varnish, it'll be because I ain't next to all his
past."

But Rowdy, glooming among the debris of certain pet air-castles, neither
heard nor wanted to hear Pink's wrathful mutterings.As a matter of fact, it
was not till Pink clattered out of the yard on Mascot that he remembered
where he was. Even then it did not occur to him to wonder where Pink was
going.



CHAPTER 9

Moving the Herd.