plight of these two friends who were too coy or too
perverse to know what was best for them, Johnnie suddenly slapped
himself a whack on the thigh. A brilliant idea had flashed into his
cranium. It proceeded to grow until he was like to burst with it.

When Lindsay rose from breakfast he was mysteriously beckoned into
another room. Johnnie outlined sketchily and with a good deal of
hesitation what he had in mind. Clay's eyes danced with that spark of
mischief his friends had learned to recognize as a danger signal.

"You're some sure-enough wizard, Johnnie," he admitted. "I expect
you're right about girls not knowin' their own minds. You've had more
experience with women than I have. If you say the proper thing to do
is to abduct Miss Whitford and take her with us, why--"

"That's whatever. She likes you a heap more than she lets on to you.
O' course it would be different if I wasn't married, but Kitty she can
chaperoon Miss Beatrice. It'll be all accordin' to Hoyle."

The cattleman gazed at the puncher admiringly. "Don't rush me off my
feet, old-timer," he said gayly. "Gimme a coupla hours to think of it,
and I'll let you know what I'll do. This is real sudden, Johnnie. You
must 'a' been a terror with the ladies when you was a bachelor. Me, I
never kidnaped one before."

"Onct in a while you got to play like you're gonna treat 'em rough,"
said Mr. Green sagely, blushing a trifle nevertheless.

"All right. I'll let you engineer this if I can make up my mind to it
after I've milled it over. I can see you know what you're doin'."

When Johnnie returned from a telephone call at the office two hours
later, Kitty had a suspicion he was up to something. He bubbled
mystery so palpably that her curiosity was piqued. But the puncher for
once was silent as a clam. He did not intend to get Kitty into trouble
if his plan miscarried. Moreover, he had an intuition that if she knew
what was under way she would put her small, competent foot through the
middle of the project.

The conspirators arranged details. Johnnie was the brains of the
kidnaping. Clay bought the tickets and was to take charge of the
prisoner after the train was reached. They decided it would be best to
get a stateroom for the girl.

"We wantta make it as easy as we can for her," said Johnnie. "O'
course it's all for her own good, but we don't figure to treat her
noways but like the princess she is."

"Yes," agreed Clay humbly.