I will talk with Sibyl; and will you not speak to her too?
She loves you so, and is always guided by your wishes.

A little word or two from you would be an added safeguard." "Sure I'll talk to her," said the Ranger, heartily--rising and whistling to the chestnut.

"But look here, Myra,"-- he said, pausing with his foot in the stirrup,--"the girl must have her head, you know.

We don't want to put her in the notion that every man in the world is a villain laying for a chance to do her harm.

There _are_ clean fellows--a few--and it will do Sibyl good to meet that kind." He swung himself lightly into the saddle.
The woman smiled; "Sibyl could not think that all men are evil, after knowing her father and you, Mr.Oakley." The Ranger laughed as he turned Max toward the opening in the cedar thicket.