They rode home together, and together they spent the hot
afternoon in the cool depths of the grove.
By sundown Good Indian was ready to call himself a fool and
Peppajee Jim a meddlesome, visionary old idiot. Steal the
Peaceful Hart ranch? The more he thought of it, the more
ridiculous the thing seemed.
CHAPTER XI
"YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH ME"
Good Indian was young, which means that he was not always
logical, nor much given to looking very far into the future
except as he was personally concerned in what he might see there.
By the time Sunday brought Miss Georgie Howard and the stir of
preparation for the fishing trip, he forgot that he had taken
upon himself the responsibility of watching the obviously
harmless movements of Baumberger, or had taken seriously the
warnings of Peppajee Jim; or if he did not forget, he at least
pushed it far into the background of his mind with the assertion
that Peppajee was a meddlesome old fool and Baumberger no more
designing than he appeared--which was not at all.
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