r which would be the supper summons. "They're too
lazy to take the trouble--and, besides, they're scared of dad. I was
talking to Sleeping Turtle just now--met him down there past the Point
o' Rocks."

"What's the matter with us boys going on the warpath ourselves? We don't
need the Injuns. As long as she knows they're hanging around close, it's
all the same. If we could just get mum off the ranch--"

"If we could kidnap her--say, I wonder if we couldn't!" Clark looked at
the others tentatively.

"Good Injun might do the rescue act and square himself with her for what
happened at the milk-house," Wally suggested dryly.

"Oh, say, you'd scare her to death. There's no use in piling it on quite
so thick," Jack interposed mildly. "I kinda like the kid sometimes.
Yesterday, when I took her part way up the bluff, she acted almost
human. On the dead, she did!"

"Kill the traitor! Down with him! Curses on the man who betrays us!"
growled Wally, waving his cigarette threateningly.

Whereupon Gene and Clark seized the offender by heels and shoulders, and
with a brief, panting struggle heaved him bodily off the porch.

"Over the cliff he goes--so may all traitors perish!" Wally declaimed
approvingly, drawing up his legs hastily out of the way of Jack's
clutching fingers.

"Say, old Peppajee's down at the stable with papa," Donny informed them
breathlessly. "I told Marie to put him right next to Vadnie if he stays
to supper--and, uh course, he will. If mamma don't get next and change
his place, it'll be fun to watch her; watch Vad, I mean. She's scared
plum to death of anything that wears a blanket, and to have one right at
her elbow--wonder where she is--"

"That girl's got to be educated some if she's going to live in this
family," Wally observed meditatively. "There's a whole lot she's got to
learn, and the only way to learn her thorough is--"

"You forget," Grant interrupted him ironically, "that she's going to
make gentlemen of us all."

"Oh, yes--sure. Jack's coming down with it already. You oughta be
quarantined, old-timer; that's liable to be catching." Wally snorted his
disdain of the whole proceeding. "I'd rather go to jail myself."

Evadna by a circuitous route had reached the sitting-room without being
seen or heard; and it was at this point in the conversation that she
tiptoed out again, her hands doubled into tight little fists, and her
teeth set hard together. She did not look, at that moment, in the le