I guess it's because he won't let 'em get right after those fellows and drive 'em off the ranch.

They've been uneasy as they could be all day." She sat down upon a rough stool just inside the door, and looked up at him with troubled eyes.

"And I'm getting it, too--seems like I'd go all to pieces if I can't do SOMETHING!" She sighed, and tried to cover the sigh with a laugh--which was not, however, a great success.

"I wish I could be as cool-headed as Thomas," she said, with a tinge of petulance.

"It don't seem to worry him none!" "What does he think of Baumberger?
Is he going to let him take the case and handle it to please himself ?" Good Indian was tapping his boot-toe thoughtfully upon the bottom step, and glancing up now and then as a precaution against being overheard.
"I guess so," she admitted, answering the last question first.