But something in the young man's tone had brought him out of the chair, determined to accept no more of his hospitality.

If the young man was no friend of Stafford, it followed that he could not feel well disposed to a puncher who had avowed that his purpose was to work for the Two Diamond manager.
Ferguson was on his feet, clinging to one of the slender porch posts, preparatory to stepping down to go to his pony, when the young woman came out.

Her sharp exclamation halted him.
"You're not going now!" she said.

"You have got to remain perfectly quiet until morning!" The brother dropped his saddle to the porch floor, grinning mildly at Ferguson, "You don't need to be in a hurry," he said.

"I was intending to run your horse into the corral.