"Let's be ridin'." When the last man had disappeared in the timber, the Dean wiped the perspiration from his flushed face, and looked at Patches thoughtfully.
Then that twinkle of approval came into the blue eyes, that a few moments before had been so cold and uncompromising.
"Come, son," he said gently, "let's go to breakfast.

Stella'll be wonderin' what's keepin' us.".