One of these wild riders! As bad as a Ute Indian! ...

Wetherby is young and he idolizes you.

In all common sense why don't you take him ?" "I don't care for him," replied Lucy.
"You like him as well as anybody....

John Bostil, what do you say?
You approved of Wetherby.

I heard you tell him Lucy was like an unbroken colt and that you'd--" "Sure, I like Jim," interrupted Bostil; and he avoided Lucy's swift look.
"Well ?" demanded his sister.
Evidently Bostil found himself in a corner between two fires.