"Well, you four-year-old Texas gunman! Make another guess." That appeared too momentous and entrancing for the other two youngsters, and, adding their shrill and joyous voices to Lee's, they besieged Jean.
"Dad, where's my pack ?" cried Jean.

"These young Apaches are after my scalp." "Reckon the boys fetched it onto the porch," replied the rancher.
Guy Isbel opened the door and went out.

"By golly! heah's three packs," he called.

"Which one do you want, Jean ?" "It's a long, heavy bundle, all tied up," replied Jean.
Guy came staggering in under a burden that brought a whoop from the youngsters and bright gleams to the eyes of the women.

Jean lost nothing of this.