It's not fair for Phil to take advantage of his position and send me off somewhere alone while he spends his time riding over the country with you." They laughed up at him as he sat there on the big bay, hat in hand, looking down into their upturned faces with the intimate, friendly interest of an older brother.
Patches noticed that Kitty's eyes were bright with excitement, and that Phil's were twinkling with suppressed merriment.
"I must go, Patches," said the young woman.

"I ought to have gone two hours ago; but I was so interested that the time slipped away before I realized." "We have company," explained Phil, looking at Patches and deliberately closing one eye--the one that Kitty could not see.

"A distinguished guest, if you please.

I'll loan you a clean shirt for supper; that is, if mother lets you eat at the same table with him." "Phil, how can you!" protested Kitty.
The two men laughed, but Phil fancied that there was a hint of anxiety in Patches' face, as the man on the horse said, "Little Billy broke the news to me.

Who is he ?" "A friend of Judge Morris in Prescott," answered Phil.