You couldn't fool Johnnie.
No, sirree! Well, then?
Mooning on the sad plight of these two friends who were too coy or too
perverse to know what was best for them, Johnnie suddenly slapped
himself a whack on the thigh. A brilliant idea had flashed into his
cranium. It proceeded to grow until he was like to burst with it.
When Lindsay rose from breakfast he was mysteriously beckoned into
another room. Johnnie outlined sketchily and with a good deal of
hesitation what he had in mind. Clay's eyes danced with that spark of
mischief his friends had learned to recognize as a danger signal.
"You're some sure-enough wizard, Johnnie," he admitted. "I expect
you're right about girls not knowin' their own minds. You've had more
experience with women than I have. If you say the proper thing to do
is to abduct Miss Whitford and take her with us, why--"
"That's whatever. She likes you a heap more than she lets on to you.
O' course it would be different if I wasn't married, but Kitty she can
chaperoon Miss Beatrice. It'll be all accordin' to Hoyle."
The cattleman gazed at the puncher admiringly. "Don't rush me off my
feet, old-timer," he said gayly. "Gimme a coupla hours to think of it,
and I'll let you know what I'll do. This is real sudden, Johnnie. You
must 'a' been a terror with the ladies when you was a bachelor. Me, I
never kidnaped one before."
"Onct in a while you got to play like you're gonna treat 'em rough,"
said Mr.
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