"Ba Goss! A'm lak A'm see you scare wan tam'! You bet A'm ride wan hondre mile to laff on you. You git de dam' fine 'oman. Now you got to mak' her, w'at you call, de happiness. Bye-m-bye, Ol' Bat, she git to ol' to ride de range--to cook. Den A'm joos' stay 'roun' an' look aftaire _les enfants_. A'm show um how to ride, an' shoot, an' t'row de rope--joos' so good lak de _pere_ kin do, _ah voila_!" Janet fled precipitously for the cabin, and as Bat mounted Cinnabar's horse and headed out onto the trail, the Texan turned to Grimshaw: "Slip over to McWhorter's tomorrow, Cass," he invited--"I'd like to have you there." Grimshaw hesitated just a moment: "You're sure you want me? You ain't askin' me just so I won't feel--left out? An' how about the others? How about yer--wife? She never has had no time for us horse-thieves." The Texan smiled: "She's learnt a lot in the last couple of hours, Cass. If you ain't at the weddin' she'll be the most disappointed one of all." "All right, boy--I'll come. I got to be goin' now." He ran his fingers over his stubby beard, "Sure is goin' to be hell to shave." As the Texan swung from his horse, a feminine shriek of joy directed his attention toward the cabin, where in the doorway Alice and Janet stood locked in each other's embrace--laughing, crying, talking all at once, while Endicott smilingly beckoned to Tex. "Oh, you darling!" Alice was saying, "I'm so glad! I picked you for him the moment I laid eyes on you--and then I nearly spoiled it all by my eulogy." "But--" stammered Janet, "what about the other girl--the one from the East--that you were going to invite out? You said she was beautiful--and--and adorable and--you were just going to _make_ her marry him!" "From the East!" Alice exclaimed, "I'm sure I didn't say anything about the East. I said there was a girl friend of mine--and I did say she was beautiful and adorable--and she is--and I said I was going to invite her to come and make me a long visit--and I _did_ invite her--before she left the room in a huff--and went tearing off into the bad lands to find her lover----" Janet smothered the rest of the sentence in kisses: "Well, anyway--you didn't make her marry him," she said, "because she intended to marry him anyway--if she could get him to ask her!" A couple of hours later while the three women were in the cabin preparing supper, Tex, and Endicott, and Cinnabar sat outside and talked and listened to the sounds of laughter that floated through the door. "Look at old Whiskers comin'," said Tex, indicating a horseman who appeared around the corner of the barn. Cinnabar chuckled: "Whiskers! Why man, that's yer new dad! That's old Colin McWhorter--an' if you don't make a hit with him, believe me--he'll cut your head off!"