Farrel?" Parker queried.
"Life is a bit dull out here, sir. Any time the dogs put up a panther in
the open, we try to rope him and have a little fun. This is the first
one I have roped alone, however. I always did want to rope a panther all
by myself. Ordinarily, I would not have told Miss Kay to head that cat
in toward me, but, then, she didn't flunk the gate back yonder, and I had
a great curiosity to see if she'd flunk the cat. She didn't and"--he
turned toward her with beaming, prideful eyes--"if I were out of debt, I
wouldn't trade my friendship with a girl as game as you, Kay, for the
entire San Gregorio valley. You're a trump."
"You're rather a Nervy Nat yourself, aren't you?" her droll mother struck
in. "As a Christian martyr, you would have had the Colosseum to
yourself; every tiger and lion in Rome would have taken to the tall
timber when you came on."
As he rode ahead, chuckling, to join her daughter, Farrel knew that at
all events he had earned the approval of the influential member of the
Parker family. Mrs. Parker, on her part, was far more excited than her
colloquial humor indicated.
"John," she whispered, "did you notice it?"
"Notice what?"
"I don't know why I continue to live with you--you're so dull! In his
excitement, he just called her 'Kay.' Last night, when they met, she was
'Miss Parker.' At noon to-day, she was 'Miss Kay' and now she's plain
'Kay.
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