“Uh-huh,” Teddy grunted, with a grin. “For supper! Sure! Have to get dogged-up for supper. Guess I will, too.” Then his face took on a more serious expression. “Say, Roy, you don’t think we’ll have to stop looking for those thieves while the girls are here, do you?” “I’ll tell a maverick we won’t!” Roy exploded. “Not if dad has anything to say about it, and I guess he has! He wants General back, and he wants him bad. If any clue turns up, we’ll go right after the rustlers!” The evening meal, with the two girls as guests, was a jolly one. Mr. Manley was at his best, and his chuckling remarks kept the company in a gale of laughter, though often he directed a sly remark toward Roy or Teddy, which caused them to change the subject hurriedly. Belle, following her father’s leads, contributed not a little to the general hilarity. When the meal ended they all strolled into the living room of the ranch, a large, well-lighted apartment with a huge oak table in the center, on which were piled books and magazines. A stone hearth was built into the wall, and a log fire was crackling away merrily, lighted, Mr. Manley hastened to explain, with a sly grin at his wife, “not for warmth but for effect.” Above the fireplace, was the mounted head of a bison, set on a wooden panel. “Oh, I think this is simply gorgeous!” Ethel murmured as she looked about her. “Belle, you don’t know how lucky you are to be able to live in such a wonderful place!” “Maybe she wishes she could live in New York,” Teddy remarked, with a glance at his sister. “Then she could go to parties and dances every night--if she had any one to take her.” “I wouldn’t want to go to dances every night, Teddy Manley, and you know it!” Belle answered. “Even if I did have some one to take me,” and she pouted in mock anger. “There wouldn’t be much difficulty about that,” Nell declared, with a look at Belle’s raven hair and lustrous, dark eyes. “So you think my girl would be the Belle-Ada of the town, hey?” Mr. Manley laughed, as he ruffled his daughter’s hair with an affectionate hand. “Well, maybe next year you can go to school in New York if you want to, daughter.” “And leave you and mother?” Belle asked with wide eyes. “No! Not me, Daddy!” “Of course she forgets all about Ted and me,” Roy said, grinning. “We just _live_ here. Nell, what would you do with a sister like that?” “Now don’t tease,” Mrs. Manley said, and smiled. “Bardwell, couldn’t we have some sort of entertainment for the girls? Some of the cowboys play musical instruments. Don’t you think they’d oblige us?” “Nick Looker!” exclaimed Teddy and Roy in the same breath. “What’s Nick do? Play on the linoleum?” Mr. Manley asked, with a grin. “The mouth-organ, Dad,” Teddy replied seriously. “What do you say? Shall we get him to perform? He’ll do it, I know.” “How about getting Norine to dance that Irish jig of hers?” Roy suggested. “With Nick playing for her, she ought to be great!”