"I don't go out much," returned the soft voice of Dan, "an' when I do,
I go with my friend, here. He takes care of me."
Another thunder of laughter broke out. Jacqueline had apparently
uncovered a tenderfoot, and a rare one even for that absurd species. A
sandy-haired cattle puncher who sat close to Jacqueline now took the
cue from the mistress of the house.
"Ain't you a bit scared when you get around among real men?" he asked,
leering up the table towards Dan.
The latter smiled gently upon him.
"I reckon maybe I am," he said amiably.
"Then you must be shakin' in your boots right now," said the other
over the sound of the laughter.
"No, said Dan," "I feel sort of comfortable."
The other replied with a frown that would have intimidated a balky
horse.
"What d'you mean? Ain't you jest said men made you sort of--nervous?"
He imitated the soft drawl of Dan with his last words and raised
another yell of delight from the crowd. Whistling Dan turned his
gentle eyes upon Jacqueline.
"Pardon me, ma'am," he began.
An instant hush fell on the men. They would not miss one syllable of
the delightful remarks of this rarest of all tenderfoots, and the
prelude of this coming utterance promised something that would eclipse
all that had gone before.
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