"If Fred don't ride backwards, I bet he don't get killed--like that." "Where's Brit now ?" Lone asked, getting up and putting on his hat.

"At the ranch ?" "Or heaven, maybe," Swan responded sententiously.

"But my dog Yack, he don't howl yet.

I guess Brit's at the ranch." "Sorry I'm busy to-day," said Lone, opening the door.

"You stay as long as you like, Swan.