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And what do you think? There was Joel's head above the water. I
remembered in our quarrel I had told him to go wash his dirty face. He was
doing it. I had to laugh. When he saw me--he--then--then he--" Lucy faltered,
blushing with anger and shame.
"Well, what then?" demanded Bostil, quietly.
"He called, 'Hey, Luce--take off your clothes and come in for a swim!'"
Bostil swore.
"I tell you I was mad," continued Lucy, "and just as surprised. That was one
of the queer things. But never before had he dared to--to-"
"Insult you. Then what 'd you do?" interrupted Bostil, curiously.
"I yelled, 'I'll fix you, Joel Creech!'. . . His clothes were in a pile on the
bank. At first I thought I'd throw them in the water, but when I got to them I
thought of something better. I took up all but his shoes, for I remembered the
ten miles of rock and cactus between him and home, and I climbed up on
Buckles. Joel screamed and swore something fearful. But I didn't look back.
And Peg, you know--maybe you don't know--but Peg is fond of me, and he
followed me, straddling his bridle all the way in.


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