If we can
continue to meet, I reckon we can plan something."
"We can meet to-morrow evening right here."
"Good. That's all right."
"And many more nights, if we are not discovered. I'll be as nice to
father as I can, and perhaps he will not dream I am such a disobedient
thing, after all. But I do hate to deceive him! I never did before in my
life, and it strikes me as something awful. He doesn't dream that I
would do such a thing."
"I think he does, or he wouldn't have locked you in. If he had trusted
you, there would have been no need of that."
"True," she admitted.
"And I shall be a living lie, just as you were, Buck, when you made me
think I knew all about that _Crested Foam_ affair. So you see I am not
much better than you were, if any. But you will never deceive me about
anything again, will you, Buck?"
"Never!" the Kansan asserted.
"And if you should find out who told father?"
"I'll punch his head."
"And get into more trouble? You mustn't!"
"I know who it was. Don Pike did that, I'm certain, and if I don't pay
him for it, I allow it will be because I don't get a chance."
"Don't get into more trouble!" she begged.
"There won't be any trouble--for me!"
Her fear of discovery was so great that she would not remain out long,
but crept back into the house and up to her room.
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