"Because if I were going to save my lover, I don't believe I'd want to waste time weeping around all over the place." Burns chuckled.

"You can cut out the sob," he permitted.

"Just go ahead like it was real stuff." Jean was standing by the rock, ready to start.

She looked at Burns speculatively.

"Oh, well, if it were real, I'd run!" "Go ahead and run then!" Burns commanded.
Run she did, and startled the sorrel so that it took quick work to catch him.
"Camera! She might not do it like that again, ever!" cried Burns.
She was up in the saddle and gone in a flurry of dusts while Robert Grant Burns stood with his hands on his hips and watched her gloatingly.
"Lord! But that girl's a find!" he ejaculated, and this time he did not seem to care who heard him.