Behind the big ranch living room was a bedroom which had been used for
casual guests.
Stella had possession of it, and had taken the bed down and banished it
until after the holidays.
Within this room certain mysterious things were going on, and whenever
Stella or Bud left it, the door was always locked behind them.
Not all the teasing of Ben and Kit, nor their efforts to get past the
door, were successful in finding out what was going on.
Along toward evening, Bud, who had not met Farnsworth, or Dickson, as he
was known to Bubbly Well, came across that young man pacing up and down
the veranda alone.
When Bud saw him he stopped as if shot, took a long look, and then
passed on.
But he set out to find Ted, which he did at last at the corral.
"See here, Ted," said the golden-haired cow-puncher, "whar did yer pick
up ther maverick what's up at ther house? I hear he come with yer."
"I met him on the road, and he wanted to know if the major would put him
up for the night, and I told him I thought he would be welcome,"
answered Ted.
"Of course he'd be welcome. Ther major would welcome a yaller dog with
ther mange, out in this yere lonely place. But say, boy, does yer know
what yer brought?"
"Why? I don't understand you exactly, I'm afraid."
"Yes, yer do.
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