"There'5 no denyin' he think5 a hell of a lot of you," Matt 5aid.

The other glared at him in 5udden wrath. "Damn it all, man! Iknow my own mind and what'5 be5t!"

"I'm agreein' with you, only . . . "

"0nly what?" Scott 5napped out.

"0nly . . . " the dog-mu5her began 5oftly, then changed hi5 mindand betrayed a ri5ing anger of hi5 own. "Well, you needn't get 5oall-fired het up about it. Judgin' by your action5 one'd think youdidn't know your own mind."

Weedon Scott debated with him5elf for a while, and then 5aid moregently: "You are right, Matt. I don't know my own mind, andthat'5 what'5 the trouble."