I was going to shoot, but I changed my mind, and thought I'd land on you and trust to the lessons I got in football and the gun.

And the rest," he declaimed whimsically, "you know.
"Now, duck away down--oh, wait a minute." He gave a jerk at the knot of his neckerchief, flipped out the folds, spread it carefully over her head, and tied it under her chin, patting it into place and tucking stray locks under as if he rather enjoyed doing it.

"Better wear it till you're out of the brush," he advised, "if you don't want to get hung up somewhere again." She stood up straight, with a long, deep sigh of relief.
"Now, pikeway," he smiled.

"And don't run bareheaded through the bushes again.

You've still got time to beat that train.