"I talk too much," was her explanation. "Like poor old Henry Dodd, I went too far on dangerous ground." Oliver tilted his Stetson over one eye and scratched the nape of his neck. "I pass," he said. "That reminds me," was her quick return, "I sat in at a dandy game of draw last night. There was--" "Wh-_what_!" "And now I have both feet in my mouth," she cried. "And you'll have to admit that comes under the heading, 'Some Stunt.' I thought I saw a chance to brilliantly change the subject, but I see that I'm worse off than before. For now you're not only mystified but terribly shocked." He gave this thirty seconds of study. "I'll have to admit that you jolted me," he laughed, his face a little redder. "I'm not accustomed to hearing young ladies say, 'I sat in at a dandy little game of draw'--just like that. But I'm sure I went too far when I showed surprise." "And what's your final opinion on the matter?" She was amused--Not worried, not defiant. "Well, I--I don't just know. I've never given such a matter a great deal of thought." "Do so now, please." Obediently he tried as they rode along. "One thing certain," he said at last, "it's your own business." "Oh, you haven't thought at all! Keep on." A minute later he asked: "Do you like to play poker?" "Yes." "For--er--money?" "'For--er--money.' What d'ye suppose--crochet needles?" Then he took up his studies once more. Finally he roused himself, removed his leg from the horn, and straightened in the saddle. "Settled at last!" she cried. "And the answer is...?" "The answer is, I don't give a whoop if you do." "You approve, then?" "Of everything you do." "Well, I don't approve of that," she told him. "I don't, and I do. But listen here: One of the few quotations that I think I spout accurately is 'When in Rome do as the Romans do.' I'm 'way off there in the hills. I'm a pretty lonely person, as I once before informed you. Yet I'm a gregarious creature. We have no piano, few books--not even a phonograph. Bolar Selden squeezes a North-Sea piano--in other words an accordion. Of late years accordion playing has been elevated to a place among the arts; but if you could hear Bolar you'd be convinced that he hasn't kept pace with progress. He plays 'The Cowboy's Lament' and something about 'Says the wee-do to the law-yer, O spare my only che-ild!' Ugh! He gives me the jim-jams. "So the one and only indoor pastime of Seldenvilla is draw poker. Now, if you were in my place, would you be a piker and a spoilsport and a pink little prude, or would you be human and take out a stack?" "I understand," he told her. "I think I'd take out a stack." "And besides," she added mischievously, "I won nine dollars and thirty cents last night." "That makes it right and proper," he chuckled. "But we've wandered far afield. Why did you say that Selden would try to run me off my toy ranch in one breath, and that he is wicked only in a big way in the next?"