Badger, however, lingered, staring up at the house and vainly endeavoring to think of some plan which would enable them to overcome the violent objections of Mr.Lee.
"I allow I am in a hole," he grumbled.

"But as long as Winnie has no notion of throwing me over, I shall not let any coyote weakness get the better of me! Not on your life!" He was about to leap the fence and make his way back to the campus, when he saw a man sneak into the yard and drop down behind some shrubbery not far from the front door.

He could not make out the man's face and form because of the darkness.
"Mighty queer, that is!" thought the Westerner, staring at the spot where the man had disappeared.

"He don't act as if he intended to try to rustle the ranch.

I reckon I'll wait a bit." Badger had not long to wait.