go somewhere and learn to make pictures that amounted to something.
He'd show her!

After reiterating this resolve in several emphatic forms, Chip's spirits
grew perceptibly lighter--so much so that he rolled a fresh cigarette and
finished the drawing in his hands, which demonstrated the manner in which
a particularly snaky broncho had taken a fall out of Jack Bates in the
corral that morning.


Next day, early in the afternoon, the round-up climbed the grade and
started on its long trip over the range, and, after they had gone,
the ranch seemed very quiet and very lonely to the Little Doctor, who
revenged herself by snubbing Dunk so unmercifully that he announced
his intention of taking the next train for Butte, where he lived in
the luxury of rich bachelorhood. As the Little Doctor showed no
symptoms of repenting, he rode sullenly away to Dry Lake, and she
employed the rest of the afternoon writing a full and decidedly
prejudiced account to Dr. Cecil of her quarrel with Chip, whom,
she said, she quite hated.





CHAPTER X.
What Whizzer Did.