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"You're putting a lot of faith in a stranger," he warned. Little cut him short. "Cut out the cackle and talk hoss," was the retort. "I size up men first pop. My bet's down now on your blue eye. Let's get a rig. I don't know a darn thing about this part of the world except the drummers' hotels. But Houten takes a chance on me. And if I'm his blue-eyed boy, you're mine.
Bet's golden hair was rumpled by the wind but then Bet's hair was mostly rumpled for one reason or another. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright just because she was happy and enjoyed life. Shirley's head was bent over her camera. She was the serious one of the group. Shirley could enter into the good times as well as the others, but her smile came less quickly.
Then as the boat came near she saw something flung toward her, something that the mountain girl understood and knew how to handle. A rope! With quick practiced reach, she caught it. "Put it around your waist, Kit. They can never tow us in this storm." Bet's teeth were chattering now. Kit quickly made a loop and fastened it around Bet's waist. "Now Bet, you're safe," she cried.
The animal had followed Bet's lead and it stood on the trail dejected and drooping, a picture of woe. And the saddle was empty. "Joy! Joy!" screamed Bet. "Where are you? Joy!" No one, even a few feet away, could have heard her call and if there had been any answer, the roar of the storm deadened it.
The three got down at the nearest point to Sparrow Street, which was the name of Bet's old address. They reached the house and went upstairs. The one room where they had all lived for the last couple of years looked deserted, ugly, desolate.
At exactly quarter past three Bet's father arrived, bearing Shirley's camera as if it were the queen's fan itself. "Here's your deer, Shirley. Put him in the bath and let's have a look at him. I'm first!" "You've earned that right," Shirley answered. "All right! No one must come near until I call."
He locked you up firmer nor ever in jail, so it ain't likely as Bet, seeing as she loved you, 'ud give herself to him when he only deceived her, and done you an injury?" "But, a while back," said Will, with a sad smile, "you misdoubted Bet's love for me. I never misdoubted it, nor ever will; but I do misdoubt Dent. He's a coward and a sneak, and deep is no word for him.
Miss Elder spoke: "I have taken a particular interest in Kit Patten and I do not believe it possible that she would cheat in any way!" Bet's eyes were shining: "Why not give her another chance? Keep her right here in the office and let her do another exam. Then you can watch her every second." Mr. Sills went quietly toward a filing cabinet and selected an old examination paper.
"Don't be a spoil-sport, Joy. We're not angry at you or anything. But we do want to see Washington." Bet's voice was raised to a point where angry words were apt to come. At a signal from Kit, she quieted down however. Kit turned to Joy. "You wouldn't want to leave this city without seeing everything the Congressional Library and the Capitol......" "Please don't take me to the Capitol!
Kit's eyes rested on the man who had just opened the door. Bet's father! He was tall and slender, with hair that had just begun to turn gray. His large hazel eyes were gentle and intense in their interest. There was something very boyish in the face that lit up with pleasure at sight of Bet and her chums, and his quick glance around seemed to take in everything.
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