Doffing his straw hat, the young man moved away, and Ann slowly and
doggedly approached her sister.

"What do you want, Dolly?"

"I want you to walk straight home!" Dolly retorted. "I'll talk to you
there, not here."

"I wasn't doing anything," Ann began; but Dolly raised her hand.

"Go on home, I tell you. I'm ashamed of you--actually ashamed to call
you sister."

Without a word Ann turned and walked homeward.

"You certainly got the best of those fellows," Mostyn chuckled, still
under the heat of her triumph. "I never was so surprised in my life.
It was funny to watch their faces."

"I couldn't do myself justice," Dolly answered. "I don't know how it
sounded, I'm sure. I know I never can do my best when I have anything
on my mind to bother me. I'll tell you about it. You saw that fellow
with Ann just now? Well, it was Abe Westbrook, one of the worst young
daredevils in the valley. He belongs to a low family, and he hasn't a
speck of honor. For the last two months he has been trying to turn
Ann's head. I stopped him from coming to our house, but as soon as I
stepped on the platform to-night I saw him and her on the back seat.
He was whispering to her all the time, bending over her in the most
familiar way. Once I saw him actually brush her hair back from her
shoulder and pinch her ear. Oh, I was crazy! If I said anything to the