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"I'm sure for you then, Steve," the lad called back, as he loped

forward after the girl.

He was so sure, that he began to praise his friend to Arlie, to

tell her of what a competent cowman he was, how none of them

could make a cut or rope a wild steer like him. She presently

wanted to know whether Dick could not find something more

interesting to talk about.

He could not help smiling at her downright manner. "You've surely

got it in for him, Arlie. I thought you liked him."

She pulled up her horse, and looked at him. "What made you think

that? Did he tell you so?"

Dick fairly shouted. "You do rub it in, girl, when you've got a

down on a fellow. No, he didn't tell me. You did."

"Me?" she protested indignantly. "I never did."

"Oh, you didn't say so, but I don't need a church to fall on me

before I can take a hint. You acted as though you liked him that

day you and him came riding into camp."

"I didn't do any such thing, Dick France. I don't like him at

all," very decidedly.