Her Prairie Knight ..............................................................................................................................................1

B. M. Bower .............................................................................................................................................1

CHAPTER 1. Stranded on the Prairie. .....................................................................................................1

CHAPTER 2. A Handsome Cowboy to the Rescue................................................................................5

CHAPTER 3. A Tilt With Sir Redmond.................................................................................................9

CHAPTER 4. Beatrice Learns a New Language. ..................................................................................13

CHAPTER 5. The Search for Dorman..................................................................................................18

CHAPTER 6. Mrs. Lansell's Lecture. ....................................................................................................23

CHAPTER 7. Beatrice's Wild Ride.......................................................................................................27

CHAPTER 8. Dorman Plays Cupid. ......................................................................................................31

CHAPTER 9. What It Meant to Keith. ..................................................................................................38

CHAPTER 10. Pine Ridge Range Ablaze.............................................................................................40

CHAPTER 11. Sir Redmond Waits His Answer. ..................................................................................46

CHAPTER 12. Held Up by Mr. Kelly. ..................................................................................................49

CHAPTER 13. Keith's Masterful Wooing. ............................................................................................58

CHAPTER 14. Sir Redmond Gets His answer. .....................................................................................60

"By George, look behind us! I fancy we are going to have a storm." Four heads turned as if governed by one

brain; four pairs of eyes, of varied color and character, swept the windblown wilderness of tender green, and

gazed questioningly at the highpiled thunderheads above. A small boy, with an abundance of yellow curls

and white collar, almost precipitated himself into the prim lap of a lady on the rear seat.

"Auntie, will God have fireworks? Say, auntie, will He? Can I say prayers widout kneelin' down'? Uncle

"Do sit down, Dorman. You'll fall under the wheel, and then auntie would not have any dear little boy.

Dorman, do you hear me? Redmond, do take that child down! How I wish Parks were here. I shall have

Sir Redmond Hayes plucked at the white collar, and the small boy retired between two masculine forms of no

"You'll get all the fireworks you want, young man, without all that hullabaloo," remarked the driver, whom

Dorman had been told, at the depot twenty miles back, he must call his Uncle Richard.

"I love storms," came cheerfully from the rear seatbut the voice was not the prim voice of "auntie." "Do

"We do," assented Dick. "We don't ship it from the East in refrigerator cars, either. It grows wild."

"Richard," came in tired, reproachful accents from a third voice behind him, "you were reared in the East. I

trust you have not formed the pernicious habit of speaking slightingly of your birthplace."

That, Dick knew, was his mother. She had not changed appreciably since she had nagged him through his

"Trix asked about the lightning," he said placatingly, just as he was accustomed to do, during the nagging

"Beatrice has a naturally inquiring mind," said the tired voice, laying reproving stress upon the name.

Sir Redmond twisted his neck to smile back at her. "No, so long as it doesn't actually chuck me over."

"Not more than tenwell, maybe twelvemiles. You'll think it's twenty, though, if the rain strikes 'Dobe

Flat before we do. That's just what it's going to do, or I'm badly mistaken. Hawk! Get along, there!"

"We haven't an umbrella with us," complained the tired one. "Beatrice, where did you put my raglan?"

"In the big wagon, mama, along with the trunks and guns and saddles, and Martha and Katherine and James."

"But, mama, you gave it to me the last thing, after the maids were in the wagon, and said you wouldn't wear

it. There isn't room here for another thing. I feel like a slice of pressed chicken."

"Auntie, I want some p'essed chicken. I'm hungry, auntie! I want some chicken and a cookieand I want

"You won't get any," said the young woman, with the tone of finality. "You can't eat me, Dorman, and I'm the

"Beatrice!" This, of course, from her mother, whose life seemed principally made up of a succession of

"There is no chicken, dear," said the prim one. "You must be a patient little man."

"I won't. I'm hungry. Mens aren't patient when dey're hungry." A small, red face rose, like a tiny harvest

A large, gloved hand appeared against the small moon and it set ignominiously and prematurely, in the place

where it had risen. Sir Redmond further extinguished it with the lap robe, for the storm, whooping malicious

First a blinding glare and a deafening crash. Then rainsheets of it, that drenched where it struck. The

women huddled together under the doubtful protection of the light robe and shivered. After that, wind that

threatened to overturn the light spring wagon; then hail that bounced and hopped like tiny, white rubber balls

The storm passed as suddenly as it came, but the effect remained. The road was sodden with the water which

had fallen, and as they went down the hill to 'Dobe Flat the horses strained at the collar and plodded like a

plow team. The wheels collected masses of adobe, which stuck like glue and packed the spaces between the

spokes. Twice Dick got out and poked the heavy mess from the wheels with Sir Redmond's stickwhich

was not good for the stick, but which eased the drag upon the horses wonderfullyuntil the wheels

"Sorry to dirty your cane," Dick apologized, after the second halt. "You can rinse it off, though, in the creek a

"Don't mention it!" said Sir Redmond, somewhat dubiously. It was his favorite stick, and he had taken

excellent care of it. It was finely polished, and it had his name and regiment engraved upon the silver

knoband a date which the Boers will not soon forget, nor the English, for that matter.

"We'll soon be over the worst," Dick told them, after a time. "When we climb that hill we'll have a hard,

gravelly trail straight to the ranch. I'm sorry it had to storm; I wanted you to enjoy this trip."

"I am enjoying it," Beatrice assured him. "It's something new, at any rate, and anything is better than the

"You needn't be, mama. Why won't you just be sorry for yourself, and let it end there? I know you hated to

come, poor dear; but you wouldn't think of letting me come alone, though I'm sure I shouldn't have minded.

"Young ladies are not supposed to make use of unrefined expressions. Your poor sister."

"There, mama. Dear Dolly didn't live upon stilts, I'm sure. Even when she married."

"You cannot go home now, dear," sighed his guardian angel. "Look at the pretty" She hesitated, groping

"Mud," suggested Beatrice promptly "Look at the wheels, Dorman; they're playing pattycake. See, now they

"Auntie, I want to get out an' play pattycake, like de wheels. I want to awf'lly!"

"Never mind, honey," called Beatrice cheeringly. "You and I will make hundreds of mud pies when we get to

Uncle Dick's ranch. Just think, hon, oodles of beautiful, yellow mud just beside the door!"

"Look here, Trix! Seems to me you're promising a whole lot you can't make good. I don't live in a 'dobe

"Beatrice! What must Miss Hayes and Sir Redmond think of you? I'm sure Dorman is a sweet child, the

"We all think Dorman bears a strong resemblance to his father," said his Aunt Mary.

Beatrice, scenting trouble, hurried to change the subject. "What's this, Dickthe Missouri River?"

"Hardly. This is the water that didn't fall in the buggy. It isn't deep; it makes bad going worse, that's all."

Thinking to expedite matters, he struck Hawk sharply across the flank. It was a foolish thing to do, and Dick

The doubletrees snapped and splintered; there was a brief interval of plunging, a shower of muddy water in

that vicinity, and then two draggled, disgusted brown horses splashed indignantly to shore and took to the

"By George!," ejaculated Sir Redmond, gazing helplessly after them. "But this is a beastly bit of luck, don't

"Oh, you Hawk" Dick, in consideration of his companions, finished the remark in the recesses of his

"Next, I'll have to wade out and take after those" This sentence, also, was rounded out mentally.

"You'll stay where you areand thank the good Lord you were not upset. I'm sorry,"turning so that he

could look deprecatingly at Miss Hayes"your welcome to the West has been soerstrenuous. I'll try

and make it up to you, once you get to the ranch. I hope you won't let this give you a dislike of the country."

"Oh, no," said the spinster politely. "I'm sure it is aa very nice country, Mr. Lansell."

"Well, there's nothing to be done sitting here." Dick climbed down over the dashboard into the mud and

Sir Redmond was not the man to shirk duty because it happened to be disagreeable, as the regiment whose

name was engraved upon his cane could testify. He glanced regretfully at his immaculate leggings and

"I fancy you ladies won't need any bodyguard," he said. Looking back, he caught the light of approval shining

in the eyes of Beatrice, and after that he did not mind the mud, but waded to shore and joined in the chase

quite contentedly. The light of approval, shining in the eyes of Beatrice, meant much to Sir Redmond.

Beatrice took immediate possession of the front seat, that she might comfort her heartbroken young nephew.

"Never mind, honey. They'll bring the horses back in a minute, and we'll make them run every step. And

when you get to Uncle Dick's ranch you'll see the nicest thingsbossy calves, and chickens, and, maybe,

All this, though alluring, failed of its purpose; the small boy continued to weep, and his weeping was

"Oh, all around. You keep watch, hon, and maybe you'll see one put the tip of his nose over a hill."

"What hill?" Dorman skipped a sob, and scoured his eyes industriously with both fists.

The dove of peace hovered over them, and seemed actually about to alight. Beatrice leaned back with a

"It is good of you, my dear, to take so much trouble," sighed his Aunt Mary. "How I am to manage without

"You are tired, and you miss your tea." soothed Beatrice, optimistic as to tone. "When we all have a good rest

we will be all right. Dorman will find plenty to amuse him. We are none of us exactly comfortable now."

"Comfortable!" sniffed her mother. "I am half dead. Richard wrote such glowing letters home that I was

misled. If I had dreamed of the true conditions, Miss Hayes, I should never have sanctioned this wild idea of

Beatrice looked. A horseman came over the hill and was galloping down the long slope toward them. His

elbows were lifted contrary to the mandates of the ridingschool, his long legs were encased in something

brown and fringed down the sides. His gray hat was tilted rakishly up at the back and down in front, and a

handkerchief was knotted loosely around his throat. Even at that distance he struck her as different from any

"Hehe is coming on this side! He can see!" Her whisper was full of entreaty and despair.

"Give them here. He can't see on both sides of the buggy at once." Mrs. Lansell, being an Americana

Beatrice paid no attention, and there was no time to insist upon obedience. The horseman had slowed at the

water's edge, and was regarding them with some curiosity. Possibly he was not accustomed to such a sight as

the one that met his eyes. He came splashing toward them, however, as though he intended to investigate the

cause of their presence, alone upon the prairie, in a vehicle which had no horses attached in the place

obviously intended for such attachment. When he was close upon them he stopped and lifted the rakishly

"You seem to be in trouble. Is there anything I can do for you?" His manner was grave and respectful, but his

"You can't get auntie's watch, nor gran'mama's. Gran'mama frowed 'em all down in the mud. She frowed her

money down in the mud, too," announced Dorman, with much complacency. "Be'trice says you is a coyote. Is

There was a stunned interval, during which nothing was heard but the wind whispering things to the grass.

The man's eyes stopped laughing; his jaw set squarely; also, his brows drew perceptibly closer together. It

Then Beatrice put her head down upon the little, blue velvet cap of Dorman and laughed. There was a

rollicking note in her laughter that was irresistible, and the eyes of the man relented and joined in her mirth.

His lips forgot they were angry and insulted, and uncovered some very nice teeth.

"We aren't really crazy," Beatrice told him, sitting up straight and drying her eyes daintily with her

handkerchief. "We were on our way to Mr. Lansell's ranch, and the horses broke something and ran away,

"I see." From the look in his eyes one might guess that what he saw pleased him. "Which direction did they

Beatrice waved a gloved hand vaguely to the left, and, without another word, the fellow touched his hat,

turned and waded to shore and galloped over the ridge she indicated; and the clucketycluck of his horse's

"You see, he wasn't a robber," Beatrice remarked, staring after him speculatively. "How well he rides! One

"For all you know, Beatrice, he may be going now to murder Richard and Sir Redmond in cold blood. He

"No!" cried Beatrice hotly. "One who did not know your horror of novels, mama, might suspect you of

feeding your imagination upon 'penny dreadfuls.' I'm sure he is only a cowboy, and won't harm anybody."

"Cowboys are as bad as highwaymen," contended her mother, "or worse. I have read how they shoot men for

"He has the look of a criminal," declared Mrs. Lansell, in the positive tone of one who speaks from intimate

knowledge of the subject under discussion. "I only hope he isn't going to murder"

"They're coming back, mama," interrupted Beatrice, who had been watching closely the hilltop. "No, it's that

"He's chasing them," corrected her mother testily. "A horse thief, no doubt. He's going to catch them with his

"Well, lasso. Where can Richard be? To think the fellow should be so bold! But out here, with miles upon

miles of open, and no police protection anything is possible. We might all be murdered, and no one be the

wiser for daysperhaps weeks. There, he has caught them." She leaned back and clasped her hands, ready to

"He's bringing them out to us, mama. Can't you see the man is only trying to help us?"

Mrs. Lansell, beginning herself to suspect him of honest intentions, sniffed dissentingly and let it go at that.

The fellow was certainly leading the horses toward them, and Sir Redmond and Dick, appearing over the hill

just then, proved beyond doubt that neither had been murdered in cold blood, or in any other unpleasant

His mother remarked skeptically that she hoped possibly she had been in too great haste to conceal her

valuablesthat Miss Hayes might not feel grateful for her presence of mind, and was probably wondering if

mud baths were not injurious to fine, jeweled timepieces. Mrs. Lansell was uncomfortable, mentally and

physically, and her manner was frankly chilly when her son presented the stranger as his good friend and

neighbor, Keith Cameron. She was still privately convinced that he looked a criminalthough, if pressed,

she must surely have admitted that he was an uncommonly goodlooking young outlaw. It would seem

almost as if she regarded his being a decent, lawabiding citizen as pure effrontery.

Miss Hayes greeted him with a smile of apprehension which plainly amused him. Beatrice was frankly

impersonal in her attitude; he represented a new species of the genus man, and she, too, evidently regarded

While he was helping Dick mend the doubletree with a piece of rope, she studied him curiously. He was

talltaller even than Sir Redmond, and more slender. Sir Redmond had the straight, sturdy look of the

soldier who had borne the brunt of hard marches and desperate fighting; Mr. Cameron, the lithe, unconscious

grace and alertness of the man whose work demands quick movement and quicker eye and brain. His face

was tanned to a clear bronze which showed the blood darkly beneath; Sir Redmond's year of peace had gone

far toward lightening his complexion. Beatrice glanced briefly at him and admired his healthy color, and was

glad he did not have the look of an Indian. At the same time, she caught herself wishing that Sir Redmond's

eyes were hazel, fringed with very long, dark lashes and topped with very straight, dark browseyes which

seemed always to have some secret cause for mirth, and to laugh quite independent of the rest of the face.

Still, Sir Redmond had very nice eyesblue, and kind, and steadfast, and altogether dependableand his

lashes were quite nice enough for any one. In just four seconds Beatrice decided that, after all, she did not

like hazel eyes that twinkle continually; they make one feel that one is being laughed at, which is not

comfortable. In six seconds she was quite sure that this Mr. Cameron thought himself handsome, and Beatrice

detested a man who was proud of his face or his figure; such a man always tempted her to "make faces," as

She mentally accused him of trying to show off his skill with his rope when he leaned and fastened it to the

rig, rode out ahead and helped drag the vehicle to shore; and it was with some resentment that she observed

the ease with which he did it, and how horse and rope seemed to know instinctively their master's will, and to

In all that he had doneand it really seemed as if he did everything that needed to be done, while Dick

pottered around in the wayhe had not found it necessary to descend into the mud and water, to the ruin of

his picturesque, fringed chaps and highheeled boots. He had worked at ease, carelessly leaning from his

leathern throne upon the big, roan horse he addressed occasionally as Redcloud. Beatrice wondered where he

got the outlandish name. But, with all his imperfections, she was glad she had met him. He really was

handsome, whether he knew it or not; and if he had a good opinion of himself, and overrated his actionsall

the more fun for herself! Beatrice, I regret to say, was not above amusing herself with handsome young men

who overrate their own charms; in fact, she had the reputation among her women acquaintances of being a

In the very middle of these troublebreeding meditations, Mr. Cameron looked up unexpectedly and met

keenly her eyes; and for some reasonlet us hope because of a guilty conscienceBeatrice grew hot and

confused; an unusual experience, surely, for a girl who had been out three seasons, and has met calmly the

eyes of many young men. Until now it had been the young men who grew hot and confused; it had never

Beatrice turned her shoulder toward him, and looked at Sir Redmond, who was surreptitiously fishing for

certain articles beside the rear wheel, at the whispered behest of Mrs. Lansell, and was certainly a sight to

behold. He was mud to his knees and to his elbows, and he had managed to plaster his hat against the wheel

and to dirty his face. Altogether, he looked an abnormally large child who has been having a beautiful day of

it in somebody's duckpond; but Beatrice was nearer, at that moment, to loving him than she had been at any

time during her six weeks' acquaintance with himand that is saying much, for she had liked him from the

Mr. Cameron followed her glance, and his eyes did not have the laugh all to themselves; his voice joined

them, and Beatrice turned upon him and frowned. It was not kind of him to laugh at a man who is proving his

heart to be much larger than his vanity; Beatrice was aware of Sir Redmond's immaculateness of attire on

"Well," said Dick, gathering up the reins, "you've helped us out of a bad scrape, Keith. Come over and take

dinner with us tomorrow night. I expect we'll be kept riding the rimrocks, over at the Pool, this summer.

Unless this sister of mine has changed a lot, she won't rest till she's been over every foot of country for forty

miles around. It will just about keep our strings rode down to a whisper keeping her in sight."

"That's good old Montana English, mother. You'll learn it yourself before you leave here. I've clean forgot

"Just about," Keith agreed. "I'm afraid we'll shock the ladies terribly, Dick. We ought to get out on a pinnacle

"Well, maybe. We'll look for you tomorrow, sure. I want you to help map out a circle or two for Trix. About

"Dear me, Richard! Beatrice is not a charwoman!" This, you will understand, was from his mother; perhaps

you will also understand that she spoke with the rising inflection which conveys a reproof.

When Keith Cameron left them he was laughing quietly to himself, and Beatrice's chin was set rather more

Beatrice, standing on the top of a steep, grassy slope, was engaged in the conventional pastime of enjoying

the view. It was a fine view, but it was not half as good to look upon as was Beatrice herself, in her fresh

white waist and brown skirt, with her brown hair fluffing softly in the breeze which would grow to a

She was up where she could see the river, a broad band of blue in the surrounding green, winding away for

miles through the hills. The far bank stood a straight two hundred feet of gaycolored rock, chiseled, by time

and stress of changeful weather, into fanciful turrets and towers. Above and beyond, where the green began,

hundreds of moving dots told where the cattle were feeding quietly. Far away to the south, heaps of hazy blue

and purple slept in the sunshine; Dick had told her those were the Highwoods. And away to the west, a

jagged line of bluewhite glimmered and stood upon tiptoes to touch the swimming cloudstouched them

and pushed above proudly; those were the Rockies. The Bear Paws stood behind her; nearer they wereso

near they lost the glamour of mysterious blue shadows, and became merely a sprawling group of huge,

pinecovered hills, with ranches dotted here and there in sheltered places, with squares of fresh, dark green

Ten days, and the metropolitan East had faded and become as hazy and vague as the Highwoods. Ten days,

and the witchery of the West leaped in her blood and held her fast in its thralldom.

A sound of scrambling behind her was immediately followed by a smothered epithet. Beatrice turned in time

"These grass slopes are confounded slippery, don't you know," he explained apologetically. "How did you

"I didn't." Beatrice smiled. "I came around the end, where the ascent is gradual; there's a good path."

"Oh!" Sir Redmond sat down upon a rock and puffed. "I saw you up hereand a fellow doesn't think about

"The river is so very blue and dignified. I've been wondering if it has forgotten how it must have danced

through those hills, away off there. When it gets down to the citiesthis blue waterit will be muddy and

nasty looking. The 'muddy Missouri' certainly doesn't apply here. And that farther shore is simply

"The Lord forbid!" cried he, with considerable fervor. "There's a dear nook in old England where I hope"

"You did get that mud off your leggings, I see," Beatrice remarked inconsequentially. "James must have

worked half the time we've been here. They certainly were in a mess the last time I saw them."

"Bother the leggings! But I take it that's a good sign, Miss Lansellyour taking notice of such things."

Beatrice returned to the landscape. "I wonder who originated that phrase, 'The cattle grazing on a thousand

"And to think," Beatrice went on, ignoring the subject, "some of those grazing cows and bossy calves are

minemy very own. I never cared before, or thought much about it, till I came out and saw where they live,

and Dick pointed to a cow and the sweetest little red and white calf, and said: 'That's your cow and calf, Trix.'

They were dreadfully afraid of me, thoughI'm afraid they didn't recognize me as their mistress. I wanted to

get down and pet the calfit had the dearest little snub nose but they bolted, and wouldn't let me near them."

"Sir Redmond, I wish you wouldn't. You are so much nicer when you're not trying to be nice."

"I'll act a perfect brute," he offered eagerly, "if that will make you love me."

"It's hardly worth trying. I think you would make a very poor sort of villain, Sir Redmond. You wouldn't even

Sir Redmond looked rather floored. He was a good fighter, was Sir Redmond, but he was clumsy at

reparteeor, perhaps, he was too much in earnest to fence gracefully. Just now he looked particularly

"I'm afraid not," he owned. "I fancy I need a good bit of coaching in the matter of brands."

"Yes," agreed Beatrice, "I fancy you do. My brand is a Triangle Barlike this." With a sharp pointed bit of

rock she drew a more or less exact diagram in the yellow soil. "There are ever so many different brands

belonging to the Northern Pool; Dick pointed them out to me, but I can't remember them. But whenever you

see a Triangle Bar you'll be looking at my individual property. I think it was nice of Dick to give me a brand

all my own. Mr. Cameron has a pretty brand, tooa Maltese Cross. The Maltese Cross was owned at one

time by President Roosevelt. Mr. Cameron bought it when he left college and went into the cattle business.

He 'plays a lone hand,' as he calls it; but his cattle range with the Northern Pool, and he and Dick work

together a great deal. I think he has lovely eyes, don't you?" The eyes of Beatrice were intent upon the Bear

Paws when she said itwhich brought her shoulder toward Sir Redmond and hid her face from him.

Beatrice turned back to him, and smiled demurely. When Beatrice smiled that very demure smile, of which

she was capable, the weatherwise generally edged toward their cyclonecellars. Sir Redmond was not

weatherwisehe was too much in love with herand he did not possess a cyclone cellar; he therefore

"But surely you must have noticed that deep, deep dimple in his chin?" she questioned innocently. Keith

Cameron, I may say, did not have a dimple in his chin at all; there was, however, a deep crease in it.

"I did not." Sir Redmond rubbed his own chin, which was so far from dimpling that is was rounded like half

"Dear me! And you sat opposite to him at dinner yesterday, too! I suppose, then, you did not observe that his

"They make them cheaply over here, I'm told," he retorted, setting his heel emphatically down and

"Well, neither can I. And I think it would be foolish to quarrel about a man's good looks," Beatrice said, with

Sir Redmond hunched his shoulders and retreated to the comfort of his pipe. "A bally lot of good looks!" he

"I am." Beatrice sat down upon a rock and rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her handsand an

adorable picture she made, I assure you. "I'm thoroughly convinced of several things. One is Mr. Cameron's

"Yes," reiterated Beatrice, examining his perturbed face judicially; "you are downright ugly."

The face of Sir Redmond grew redder and more perturbed; just as Beatrice meant that it should; she seemed

to derive a keen pleasure from goading this big, goodlooking Englishman to the verge of apoplexy.

"I'm sure I never meant to be rude; but a fellow can't fall down and worship every young farmer, don't you

Beatrice smiled and threw a pebble down the slope, watching it bound and skip to the bottom, where it rolled

"I love this wide country," she observed, abandoning her torture with a suddenness that was a characteristic

of her nature. When Beatrice had made a man look and act the fool she was ready to stop; one cannot say that

of every woman. "One can draw long, deep breaths without robbing one's neighbor of oxygen. Everything is

so big, and broad, and generous, out here. One can ride for miles and miles through the grandest, wildest

places,andthere aren't any cigar and bakingpowder and liverpill signs plastered over the rocks, thank

goodness! If man has traveled that way before, you do not have the evidence of his passing staring you in the

face. You can make believe it is all your ownby right of discovery. I'm afraid your England would seem

rather little and crowded after a month or two of this." She swept her hand toward the river, and the

"You should see the moors!" cried Sir Redmond, brightening under this peaceful mood of hers. "I fancy you

would not find trouble in drawing long breaths there. Moor Cottage, where your sister and Wiltmar lived, is

surrounded by wide stretches of opennot like this, to be sure, but not halfbad in its way, either."

"Dolly grew to love that place, though she did write homesick letters at first. I was going over, after my

coming outand then came that awful accident, when she and Wiltmar were both drownedand, of course,

there was nothing to go for. I should have hated the place then, I think. But I should like" Her voice trailed

Sir Redmond watched her, his eyes ashine; Beatrice in this mood was something to worship. He was almost

afraid to speak, for fear she would snuff out the tiny flame of hope which her halffinished sentence had

Beatrice started; for the moment she had forgotten him. Her eyes kept to the hills. "Goto England? One

trip at a time, Sir Redmond. I have been here only ten days, and we came for three months. Three months of

"We Englishmen are a stubborn lot, Miss Beatrice. We won't stop fighting until we win."

"We Yankees," retorted she airily, "value our freedom above everything else. We won't surrender it without

He caught eagerly at the lack of finality in her tones. "I don't want to take your freedom, Beatrice. I only want

"Oh, as for that, I suppose you may love me as much as you pleaseonly so you don't torment me to death

Beatrice, not looking particularly tormented, waved answer to Dick, who was shouting something up at her,

and went blithely down the hill, with Sir Redmond following gloomily, several paces behind.

"D'you want to see the boys work a bunch of cattle, Trix?" Dick said to her, when she came down to where

"The boys are going to cut out some cattle we've contracted to the governmentfor the Indians, you know.

They're holding the bunch over in Dry Coulee; it's only three or four miles. I've got to go over and see the

"There's nothing I can think of that I would like better. Won't it be fine, Sir Redmond?"

Sir Redmond did not say whether he thought it would be fine or not. He still had the white streak around his

mouth, and he went through the gate and on to the house without a wordwhich was undoubtedly a rude

thing to do. Sir Redmond was not often rude. Dick watched him speculatively until he was beyond hearing

"Well," Dick said, with decision, "he looks to me like a man that has been turned downhard. I can tell by

This struck Beatrice, and she began to study the retreating neck of her suitor. "I can't see any difference," she

"I'll gamble his mind is a jumble of good English oathswith maybe a sprinkling of Boer maledictions.

"Nothingunless, perhaps, he objects to being disciplined a bit. But I also object to being badgered into

Beatrice had nothing to say. She walked beside Dick and looked at the ground before her.

"He doesn't seem a bad sort, sis, and the title will be nice to have in the family, if one cares for such things.

"Yes, she was. She used to think that Sir Redmond might get killed down there fighting the Boers, and then

Wiltmar would be next in line. But he didn't, and it was Wiltmar who went first. And now oh, it's humiliating,

Dick! To be thrown at a man's head" Tears were not far from her voice just then.

"I can see she wants you to nab the title. Well, sis, if you don't care for the man"

"I never said I didn't care for him. But I just can't treat him decently, with mama dinning that title in my ears

day and night. I wish there wasn't any title. Oh, it's abominable! Things have come to that point where an

American girl with money is not supposed to care for an Englishman, no matter how nice he may be, if he has

a title, or the prospect of one. Every one laughs and thinks it's the title she wants; they'd think it of me, and

they'd say it. They would say Beatrice Lansell took her halfmillion and bought her a lord. And, after a

while, perhaps Sir Redmond himself would halfbelieve itand I couldn't bear that! And so I

"So you reversed the natural order of things, and refused him on account of the title?" Dick grinned

"No, I didn'tnot quite. I'm afraid he's dreadfully angry with me, though. I do wish he wasn't such a dear."

"You're the same old Trix. You've got to be held back from the trail you're supposed to take, or you won't

travel it; you'll bolt the other way. If everybody got together and fought the notion, you would probably elope

with milord inside a week. Mother means well, but she isn't on to her job a little bit. She ought to turn up her

"No fear of that! I've had it before my eyes till I hate the very thought of it. II wish I could hate him."

"I'm afraid you can't, honey; it's too far." Beatrice pushed a yellow curl away from his eyes with tender,

"Auntie won't care, 'cause I'm a bother. Auntie says she's goin' to send for Parks. I don't want Parks; 'sides,

Parks is sick. I want a pony, and some ledder towsers wis fringes down 'em, and I want some little wheels on

"Yes, he did. I like Mr. Cam'ron, Be'trice; he let me ride his big, high pony. He's a berry good pony. He

"Did he, hon?" Beatrice, I am sorry to say, was not listening. She was wondering if Sir Redmond was really

angry with hertoo angry, for instance, to go over where the cattle were. He really ought to go, for he had

come West in the interest of the Eastern stockholders in the Northern Pool, to investigate the actual details of

the work. He surely would not miss this opportunity, Beatrice thought. And she hoped he was not angry.

"Yes, he truly did. Mr. Cam'ron interduced us, Be'trice. He said, 'Redcloud, dis is Master Dorman Hayes.

Shake hands wis my frien' Dorman.' And he put up his front hand, Be'trice, and nod his head, and I shaked his

"Yes, he did. He 'vited me over, Be'trice. He's my friend, and I've got to buy my big, high pony. I'll let you

shake hands wis him, Be'trice. I'll interduce him to you. And I'll let you ride on his back, Be'trice. Do you

Before Beatrice had time to commit herself they reached the house, and she let go Dorman's hand and hurried

Dorman straightway went to find his six precious, shiny pennies, which Beatrice had painstakingly scoured

with silver polish one day to please the little tyrant, and which increased their value many timesso many

times, in fact, that he hid them every night in fear of burglars. Since he concealed them each time in a

different place, he was obliged to ransack his auntie's room every morning, to the great disturbance of

Martha appeared just when he had triumphantly pounced upon his treasure rolled up in the strings of his

"I want my shiny pennies," said the young gentleman, composedly unwinding the roll, "to buy my big, high

"Naughty, naughty boy, to muss my lady's fine bonnet like that! Look at things scattered over the floor, and

my lady's fine handkerchiefs and gloves " Martha stopped and meditated whether she might dare to shake

Dorman was laboriously counting his wealth, with much wrinkling of stubby nose and lifting of eyebrows.

Having satisfied himself that they were really all there, he deigned to look around, with a fine masculine

"Oh, dose old things!" he sniffed. "I always fordet where I put my shiny pennies. Robbers might find them if

I put them easy places. I'm going to buy my big, high pony, and you can't shake his hand a bit, Martha."

"Well, I'm sure I don't want to!" Martha snapped back at him, and went down on all fours to gather up the

things he had thrown down. "Whatever Parks was thinking of, to go and get fever, when she was the only one

that could manage you, I don't know! And me picking up after you till I'm fair sick!"

"I'm glad you is sick," he retorted unfeelingly, and backed to the door. "I hopes you get sicker so your

"Get along with you and your high pony!" cried the exasperated Martha, threatening with a hairbrush.

Dorman, his six shiny pennies held fast in his damp little fist, fled down the stairs and out into the sunlight.

Dick and Beatrice were just ready to ride away from the porch. "I want to go wis you, Uncle Dick." Dorman

had followed the lead of Beatrice, his divinity; he refused to say Richard, though grandmama did object to

"Up you go, son. You'll be a cowpuncher yourself one of these days. I'll not let him fall, and this horse is

gentle." This last to satisfy Dorman's aunt, who wavered between anxiety and relief.

"You may ride to the gate, Dorman, and then you'll have to hop down and run back to your auntie and

grandma. We're going too far for you today." Dick gave him the reins to hold, and let the horse walk to

Dorman held to the horn with one hand, to the reins with the other, and let his small body swing forward and

back with the motion of the horse, in exaggerated imitation of his friend, Mr. Cameron. At the gate he

allowed himself to be set down without protest, smiled importantly through the bars, and thrust his arm

through as far as it would reach, that he might wave goodby. And his divinity smiled back at him, and threw

"You must have hurt milord's feelings pretty bad," Dick remarked. "I couldn't get him to come. He had to

"I wish, Dick," Beatrice answered, a bit petulantly, "you would stop calling him milord."

"Milord's a good name," Dick contended. "It's bad enough to 'Sir' him to his face; I can't do it behind his

back, Trix. We're not used to fancy titles out here, and they don't fit the country, anyhow. I'm like youI'd

think a lot more of him if he was just a plain, everyday American, so I could get acquainted enough to call

Beatrice was in no mood for an argumenton that subject, at least. She let Rex out and raced over the prairie

at a gait which would have greatly shocked her mother, who could not understand why Beatrice was not

When they reached the roundup Keith Cameron left the bunch and rode out to meet them, and Dick

promptly shuffled responsibility for his sister's entertainment to the square shoulders of his neighbor.

"Trix wants to wise up on the cattle business, Keith. I'll just turn her over to you for awhile, and let you

answer her questions; I can't, half the time. I want to look through the bunch a little."

Keith's face spoke gratitude, and spoke it plainly. The face of Beatrice was frankly inattentive. She was

watching the restless, moving mass of red backs and glistening horns, with horsemen weaving in and out

among them in what looked to her a perfectly aimless fashionuntil one would wheel and dart out into the

open, always with a fleeing animal lumbering before. Other horsemen would meet him and take up the chase,

and he would turn and ride leisurely back into the haze and confusion. It was like a kaleidoscope, for the

Keith, secure in her absorption, slid sidewise in the saddle and studied her face, knowing all the while that he

was simply storing up trouble for himself. But it is not given a man to flee human nature, and the fellow who

could sit calmly beside Beatrice and not stare at her if the opportunity offered must certainly have the blood

Beatrice was tall, and she was slim, and round, and tempting, with the most tantalizing curves ever built to

torment a man. Her hair was soft and brown, and it waved up from the nape of her neck without those short,

straggling locks and thin growth at the edge which mar so many feminine heads; and the sharp contrast of

shimmery brown against ivory white was simply irresistible. Had her face been less full of charm, Keith

might have been content to gaze and gaze at that lovely hair line. As it was, his eyes wandered to her brows.

also distinctly marked, as though outlined first with a pencil in the fingers of an artist who understood. And

there were her lashes, dark and long, and curled up at the ends; and her cheek, with its changing,

comeandgo coloring; her mouth, with its upper lip creased deeply in the middleso deeply that a bit more

would have been a defectand with an odd little dimple at one corner; luckily, it was on the side toward

him, so that he might look at it all he wanted to for once; for it was always there, only growing deeper and

wickeder when she spoke or laughed. He could not see her eyes, for they were turned away, but he knew

quite well the color; he had settled that point when he looked up from coiling his rope the day she came. They

were big, baffling, bluebrown eyes, the like of which he had never seen before in his lifeand he had

thought he had seen every color and every shade under the sun. Thinking of them and their wonderful deeps

and shadows, he got hungry for a sight of them. And suddenly she turned to ask a question, and found him

For ten pulsebeats they stared, and the cheeks of Beatrice grew red as healthy young blood could paint

them; Keith's were the same, only that his blood showed darkly through the tan. What question had been on

her tongue she forgot to ask. Indeed, for the time, I think she forgot the whole English language, and every

And then it was gone, and Keith was looking away, and chewing a corner of his lip till it hurt. His horse

backed restlessly from the tightgripped rein, and Keith was guilty of kicking him with his spur, which did

not better matters. Redcloud snorted and shook his outraged head, and Keith came to himself and eased the

rein, and spoke remorseful, soothing words that somehow clung long in the memory of Beatrice.

Just after that Dick galloped up, his elbows flapping like the wings of a frightened hen.

"Well, I suppose you could run a cow outfit all by yourself, with the knowledge you've got from Keith," he

greeted, and two people became even more embarrassed than before. If Dick noticed anything, he must have

But Beatrice had not queened it in her set, three seasons, for nothing, even if she was capable of being

"I've been so busy watching it all that I haven't had time to ask many questions, as Mr. Cameron can testify.

It's like a game, and it's very fascinatingand dusty. I wonder if I might ride in among them, Dick?"

"Better not, sis. It isn't as much fun as it looks, and you can see more out here. There comes milord; he must

Beatrice did not look around. To see her, you would swear she had set herself the task of making an accurate

count of noses in that seething mass of raw beef below her. After a minute she ventured to glance furtively at

Keith, and, finding his eyes turned her way, blushed again and called herself an idiot. After that, she

straightened in the saddle, and became the selfpoised Miss Lansell, of New York.

Keith rode away to the far side of the herd, out of temptation; queer a man never runs from a woman until it

is too late to be a particle of use. Keith simply changed his point of view, and watched his Heart's Desire

"Oh, I say," began Sir Redmond, an hour after, when he happened to stand close to Beatrice for a few

"We didn't," Beatrice told him. "He only rode as far as the gate, where Dick left him, and started him back to

"Mary told me he came along. She and your mother were congratulating each other upon a quiet halfday,

with you and Dorman off the place together. I'll wager their felicitations fell rather flat."

Beatrice laughed. "Very likely. I know they were mourning because their lacemaking had been neglected

lately. What with that trip to Lost Canyon tomorrow, and to the mountains Friday, I'm afraid the lace will

"It's deuced nasty," said he. "Such a lot of dust and noise. I fancy the workmen don't find it pleasant."

"Yes, they do; they like it," she declared. "Dick says a cowboy is never satisfied off the range. And you

mustn't call them workmen, Sir Redmond. They'd resent it, if they knew. They're cowboys, and proud of it.

They seem rather a pleasant lot of fellows, on the whole. I have been talking to one or two."

"Well, we're all through here," Dick announced, riding up. "I'm going to ride around by Keith's place, to see a

"I'm never tired," averred his sister, readjusting a hatpin and gathering up her reins. "I always want to go

everywhere that you'll take me, Dick. Consider that point settled for the summer. Are you coming, Sir

"I think not, thank you," he said, not quite risen above his rebuff of the morning. "I told Mary I would be

"I was wiser; I refused even to venture an opinion as to when I should be back. Well, 'solong'!"

"You're learning the lingo pretty fast, Trix," Dick chuckled, when they were well away from Sir Redmond.

"Milord almost fell out of the saddle when you fired that at him. Where did you pick it up?"

"I've heard you say it a dozen times since I came. And I don't care if he is shockedI wanted him to be. He

needn't be such a perfect bear; and I know mama and Miss Hayes don't expect him to lunch, without us. He

"Jerusalem, Trix! A little while ago you said he was a dear! You shouldn't snub him, if you want him to be

"I don't want him to be nice," flared Beatrice. "I don't care how he acts. Only, I must say, ill humor doesn't

"Well, I guess we can get along without him, if he won't honor us with his company. Here comes Keith.

Beatrice glanced casually at the galloping figure of Dick's neighbor, and frowned.

"You mustn't flirt with Keith," Dick admonished gravely. "He's a good fellow, and as square a man as I

know; but you ought to know he's got the reputation of being a hard man to know. Lots of girls have tried to

flirt and make a fool of him, and wound up with their feelings hurt worse than his were."

"Not on your life! You better leave him alone; one or the other of you would get the worst of it, and I'd hate

to see either of you feeling bad. As I said before, he's a bad man to fool with."

"I don't consider him particularly dangerousor interesting. He's not half as nice as Sir Redmond." Beatrice

spoke as though she meant what she said, and Dick had no chance to argue the point, for Keith pulled up

Beatrice seemed inclined to silence, and paid more attention to the landscape than she did to the conversation,

which was mostly about range conditions, and the scanty water supply, and the drought.

She was politely interested in Keith's ranch, and if she clung persistently to her society manner, why, her

society manner was very pleasing, if somewhat unsatisfying to a fellow fairly drunk with her winsomeness.

Keith showed her where she might look straight up the coulee to her brother's ranch, two miles away, and

when she wished she might see what they were doing up there, he went in and got his fieldglass. She

thanked him prettily, and impersonally, and focused the glass upon Dick's housewhich gave Keith another

"How plain everything is! I can see mama, out on the porch, and Miss Hayes." She could also see Sir

Redmond, who had just ridden up, and was talking to the ladies, but she did not think it necessary to mention

him, for some reason; she kept her eyes to the glass, however, and appeared much absorbed. Dick rolled

"I wonderDick, I do thinkI'm afraid" Beatrice hadn't her society manner now; she was her unaffected,

"They're acting queerly. The maids are running about, and the cook is out, waving a large spoon, and mama

"Let's see." Dick took the glass and raised it to his eyes for a minute. "That's right," he said. "They're making

Keith took the glass and looked through it. It was like a moving picture; one could see, but one wanted the

"We'd better ride over," he said quietly. "Don't worry, Miss Lansell; it probably isn't anything serious. We

can take the short cut up the coulee, and find out." He put the glass into its leathern case and started to the

gate, where the horses were standing. He did not tell Beatrice that Miss Hayes had just been carried into the

house in a faint, or that her mother was behaving in an undignified fashion strongly suggesting hysterics. But

Dick knew, from the look on his face, that it was serious. He hurried before them with long strides, leaving

So it was Keith who held his hand down for the delicious pressure of her foot, and arranged her habit with

painstaking care, considering the hurry they were in. Dick was in the saddle, and gone, before Keith had

finished, and Keith was not a slow young man, as a rule. They ran the two miles without a break, except

twice, where there were gates to close. Dick, speeding a furlong before, had obligingly left them open; and a

stockman is hard pressed indeedor very drunkwhen he fails to close his gates behind him. It is an

Almost within sound of the place, Dick raced back and met them, and his face was white.

"It's Dorman!" he cried. "He's lost. They haven't seen him since we left. You know, Trix, he was standing at

Beatrice went white as Dick; whiter, for she was untanned. An overwhelming sense of blame squeezed her

heart tight. Keith, seeing her shoulders droop limply, reined close, to catch her in his arms if there was the

slightest excuse. However, Beatrice was a healthy young woman, with splendid command of her nerves, and

"It's my fault," she said, speaking rapidly, her eyes seeking Dick's for comfort. "I said 'yes' to everything he

asked me, because I was thinking of something else, and not paying attention. He was going to buy your

This, though effective, was not particularly illuminating. Dick wanted details, and he got themfor Beatrice,

having remorse to stir the dregs of memory, repeated nearly everything Dorman had said, even telling how

the big, high pony put up his front hand, and he shaked it, and how Dorman truly needed some little wheels

"Hehe said you lived over there," Beatrice finished, pointing, as Dorman had pointedwhich was not

Keith wheeled Redcloud; there was no need to hear more. He took the hill at a pace which would have killed

any horse but one bred to race over this rough country. Near the top, the forced breathing of another horse at

his heels made him look behind. It was Beatrice following, her eyes like black stars. I do not know if Keith

"Dick's going to meet the menthe cowboys. Sir Redmond went after them, when they found Dorman

"It's no use riding in bunches," he remarked, after a little. "On circle we always go in pairs. We'll find him, all

"We must," said Beatrice, simply, and shaded her eyes with her hand. For they had reached the top, and the

Keith halted and reached for his glass. "It's lucky I brought it along," he said. "I wasn't thinking, at the time; I

"It's a good habit, I think," she answered, trying to smile; but her lips would only quiver, for the thought of

Keith shook his head, and continued his search. "There are so many little washouts and coulees, down there,

you know. That's the trouble with a glassit looks only on a level. But we'll find him. Don't you worry about

Keith took the glass from his eyes, looked at her, and paid her the compliment of deciding to tell her, just as

Beatrice drew her breath hard, but she was plucky. Keith thought he had never seen a pluckier girl, and the

She touched Rex with the whip. "Come," she commanded. "We must not stand here. It has been more than

"We must have missed him, somewhere." The eyes of Beatrice were heavy with the weariness born of

anxiety and suspense. They stood at the very edge of the steep bluff which rimmed the river. "You don't think

he could have" Her eyes, shuddering down at the mocking, bluegray ripples, finished the thought.

"He couldn't have got this far," said Keith. "His legs would give out, climbing up and down. We'll go back by

"That's a coyote," Keith told her; and then, seeing the look on her face: "They won't hurt any one. They're the

"Oh, well, he might wander around for a week, and not run across one. We won't borrow trouble, anyway."

"No," she agreed languidly. The sun was hot, and she had not had anything to eat since early breakfast, and

the river mocked her parched throat with its cool glimmer below. She looked down at it wistfully, and Keith,

watchful of every passing change in her face, led her back to where a cold, little spring crept from beneath a

For himself, he threw himself down, pushed back his hat, and drank long and leisurely. A brown lock of hair,

clinging softly together with moisture, fell from his forehead and trailed in the clear water, and Beatrice felt

oddly tempted to push it back where it belonged. Standing quietly watching his picturesque figure, she forgot,

for the moment, that a little boy was lost among these peaceful, sunbathed hills; she remembered only the

man at her feet, drinking long, satisfying drafts, while the lock of hair floated in the spring.

"Now we'll go on." He stood up and pushed back the wet lock, which trickled a tiny stream down his cheek,

Again that day he felt her foot in his palm, and the touch went over him in thrills. She was tired, he knew; her

foot pressed heavier than it had before. He would have liked to take her in his arms and lift her bodily into the

He set the pace slower, however, and avoided the steepest places, and he halted often on the higher ground, to

scan sharply the coulees. And so they searched, these two, together, and grew to know each other better than

in a month of casual meetings. And the grass nodded, and the winds laughed, and the stern hills looked on,

quizzically silent. If they knew aught of a small boy with a wealth of yellow curls and white collar, they gave

A snake buzzed sharply on a gravelly slope, and Keith, sending Beatrice back a safe distance, took down his

rope and gave battle, beating the sinister, grayspotted coil with the loop until it straightened and was still.

He dismounted then, and pinched off the rattlesnine, there were, and a "button"and gave them to

Beatrice, who handled them gingerly, and begged Keith to carry them for her. He slipped them into his

Back near the ranch they met Dick and Sir Redmond. They exchanged sharp looks, and Dick shook his head.

"We haven't found himyet. The boys are riding circle around the ranch; they're bound to find him, some of

"You had better go home," Sir Redmond told her, with a note of authority in his voice which set Keith's teeth

Beatrice bit her lip, and barely glanced at him. "I'll gowhen Dorman is found. What shall we do now,

"Go down to the house and get some hot coffee, you two. We all snatched a bite to eat, and you need it. After

Beatrice obediently turned Rex toward home, and Keith followed. The ranch seemed very still and lonesome.

Some chickens were rolling in the dust by the gate, and scattered, cackling indignantly, when they rode up.

Off to the left a colt whinnied wistfully in a corral. Beatrice, riding listlessly to the house, stopped her horse

Keith stopped Redcloud, and listened. Came a thumping noise, and a wail, not loud, but unmistakable.

Beatrice was on the ground as soon as Keith, and together they ran to the placethe bunkhouse. The

thumping continued vigorously; evidently a small boy was kicking, with all his might, upon a closed door; it

was not a new sound to the ears of Beatrice, since the arrival in America of her young nephew. Keith flung

Beatrice swooped down upon him and gathered him so close she came near choking him. "You darling. Oh,

Dorman squirmed away from her. "I los' one shiny penny, Be'triceand I couldn't open de door. Help me

Keith picked him up and set him upon one square shoulder. "We'll take you up to your auntie, first thing,

"I want my one shiny penny. I want it!" Dorman showed symptoms of howling again.

Beatrice, following after, was treated to a rather unusual spectacle; that of a tall, sunbrowned fellow, with

fringed chaps and brightly gleaming spurs, racing down the path; upon his shoulder, the wriggling form of an

extremely disreputable small boy, with cobwebs in his curls, and his once white collar a dirty rag streaming

When the excitement had somewhat abated, and Miss Hayes was convinced that her idol was really there,

safe, and with his usual healthy appetite, and when a messenger had been started out to recall the searchers,

Dorman was placed upon a chair before a select and attentive audience, and invited to explain, which he did.

He had decided to borrow some little wheels from the bunkhouse, so he could ride his big, high pony home.

Mr. Cameron had little wheels on his feet, and so did Uncle Dick, and all the mens. (The audience gravely

nodded assent.) Well, and the knob wasn't too high when he went in, but when he tried to open the door to go

out, it was away up there! (Dorman measured with his arm.) And he fell down, and all his shiny pennies

rolled and rolled. And he looked and looked where they rolled, and when he counted, one was gone. So he

looked and looked for the one shiny penny till he was tired to death. And so he climbed up high, into a funny

bed on a shelf, and rested. And when he was rested he couldn't open the door, and he kicked and kicked, and

"And you said you'd help me find my one penny," he reminded Keith, blinking solemnly at him from the

chair. "And I want to shake hands wis your big, high pony. I'm going to buy him wis my six pennies. Be'trice

"Come and find my one shiny penny," Dorman commanded, climbing down. "And I want Be'trice to come.

"Beatrice cannot go," said his grandmother, who didn't much like the way Keith hovered near Beatrice, nor

"I want Be'trice!" Dorman set up his everyday howl, which started the dogs barking outside. His guardian

angel attempted to soothe him, but he would have none of her; he only howled the louder, and kicked.

"Beatrice, you had better stay in the house; you have done quite enough for one day." The tone of the mother

"It is imperative," said Beatrice, "for the peace and the wellbeing of this household, that Dorman find his

penny without delay." When Beatrice adopted that lofty tone her mother was in the habit of saying

nothingand biding her time. Beatrice was so apt, if mere loftiness did not carry the day, to go a step further

and flatly refuse to obey. Mrs. Lansell preferred to yield, rather than be openly defied.

So the three went off to find the shiny pennyand in exactly thirtyfive minutes they found it. I will not say

that they could not have found it sooner, but, at any rate, they didn't, and they reached the house about two

minutes behind Dick and Sir Redmond, which did not improve Sir Redmond's temper to speak of.

After that, Keith did not need much urging from Dick to spend the rest of the afternoon at the "Pool" ranch.

When he wanted to, Keith could be very nice indeed to people; he went a long way, that afternoon, toward

making a friend of Miss Hayes; but Mrs. Lansell, who was one of those women who adhere to the theory of

First Impressions, in capitals, continued to regard him as an incipient outlaw, who would, in time and under

favorable conditions, reveal his true character, and vindicate her keen insight into human nature. There was

one thing which Mrs. Lansell never forgave Keith Cameron, and that was the ruin of her watch, which

That night, when Beatrice was just snuggling down into the delicious coolness of her pillow, she heard

someone rap softly, but none the less imperatively, on her door. She opened one eye stealthily, to see her

Beatrice did not say yes, but she let her breath out carefully in a slumbrous sigh. It certainly sounded as if she

The head of Beatrice moved slightly, and settled back into its little nest, for all the world like a dreaming,

If she had not been the mother of Beatrice, Mrs. Lansell would probably have gone back to her room, and

continued to bide her time; but the mother of Beatrice had learned a few things about the ways of a wilful

girl. She went in, and closed the door carefully behind her. She did not wish to keep the whole house awake.

Then she went straight to the bed, laid hand upon a white shoulder that gleamed in the moonlight, and gave a

"Mmdid yoummspeak, mama?" Beatrice opened her eyes and closed them, opened them again for

a minute longer, yawned daintily, and by these signs and tokens wandered back from dreamland obediently.

Her mother sat down upon the edge of the bed, and the bed creaked. Also, Beatrice groaned inwardly; the

time of reckoning was verily drawing near. She promptly closed her eyes again, and gave a sleepy sigh.

Beatrice began to feel that she was an abused girl. She lifted herself to her elbow, and thumped the pillow

"You haven't accepted him once, either," her mother retorted; and Beatrice lay down again.

"I do wish, Beatrice, you would look at the matter in a sensible light I'm sure I never would ask you to marry

a man you could not care for. But Sir Redmond is young, and goodlooking, and has birth and breeding, and

moneyno one can accuse him of being a fortunehunter, I'm sure. I was asking Richard today, and he

says Sir Redmond holds a large interest in the Northern Pool, and other English investors pay him a salary,

besides, to look after their interests. I wouldn't be surprised if the holdings of both of you would be sufficient

"Any one can see the man's crazy for you. His sister says he never cared for a woman before in his life."

"Of course," put in Beatrice sarcastically. "His sister followed him down to South Africa, and all around, and

"And so he's in deadly earnest. And I'm positive he will make you a model husband."

"Only think of having to live, all one's life, with a model husband!" shuddered Beatrice hypocritically.

"Any other girl in America would jump at the chance. I do believe, Beatrice, you are hanging back just to be

aggravating. And there's another thing, Beatrice. I don't approve of the way this Keith Cameron hangs around

"I don't approve of flirting, Beatrice, and you know it. The way you gadded around over the hills with

hima perfect strangerwas disgraceful; perfectly disgraceful. You don't know any thing about the fellow,

"That doesn't signify," said her mother, "a particle. I know Miss Hayes was dreadfully shocked to see you

come riding up with him, and Sir Redmond forced to go with Richard, or ride alone."

"Dick is good company," said Beatrice. "And it was his own fault. I asked him to go with us, when Dick and I

left the cattle, and he wouldn't. Dick will tell you the same. And after that I did not see him until just before

weI came home, Really, mama, I can't have a leadingstring on Sir Redmond. If he refuses to come with

"Well, you must have done something. You said something, or did something, to make him very angry. He

Beatrice thumped her pillow again. "I don't remember anything very dreadful, mama. II think he has

"Beatrice! I do wish you would try to conquer that habit of flippancy. It is not ladylike. And I warn you, Sir

Redmond is not the man to dangle after you forever. He will lose patience, and go back to England without

youand serve you right! I am only talking for your own good, Beatrice. I am not at all sure that you want

Beatrice was not at all sure, either. She lay still, and wished her mother would stop talking for her good.

Talking for her good had meant, as far back as Beatrice could remember, saying disagreeable things in a

"Flirting, mama?" To hear the girl, you would think she had never heard the word before.

"That's what I said, Beatrice. I shall speak to Richard in the morning about this fellow Cameron. He must put

"He and Dick are chums, mama, and have been for years. And tomorrow we are going to Lost Canyon, you

know, and Mr. Cameron is to go along. And there are several other trips, mama, to which he is already

"Well, it must end there. Richard must do something. I cannot see what he finds about the fellow to likeor

you, either, Beatrice. Just because he rides like aa wild Indian, and has a certain daredevil way"

"I never said I liked him, mama," Beatrice protested, somewhat hastily. "Iof course, I try to treat him

"I should say you did!" exploded her mother angrily. "You would be much better employed in trying to treat

Sir Redmond half as well. It is positively disgraceful, the way you behave toward himas fine a man as I

ever met in my life. I warn you, Beatrice, you must have more regard for propriety, or I shall take you back to

With that threat, which she shrewdly guessed would go far toward bringing this wayward girl to time, Mrs.

Lansell got up off the bed, which creaked its relief, and groped her way to her own room.

The pillow of Beatrice received considerable thumping during the next houra great deal more, in fact, than

it needed. Two thoughts troubled her more than she liked. What if her mother was right, and Sir Redmond

lost patience with her and went home? That possibility was unpleasant, to say the least. Again, would he give

her up altogether if she showed Dick she was not afraid of Keith Cameron, for all his good looks, and at the

same time taught that young man a muchneeded lesson? The way he had stared at her was nothing less than

"Well, are we all ready?" Dick gathered up his reins, and took critical inventory of the load. His mother

peered under the front seat to be doubly sure that there were at least four umbrellas and her waterproof raglan

in the rig; Mrs. Lansell did not propose to be caught unawares in a storm another time. Miss Hayes

straightened Dorman's cap, and told him to sit down, dear, and then called upon Sir Redmond to enforce the

command. Sir Redmond repeated her command, minus the dear, and then rode on ahead to overtake Beatrice

and Keith, who had started. Dick climbed up over the front wheel, released the brake, chirped at the horses,

Beatrice was behaving beautifully, and her mother only hoped to heaven it would last the day out; perhaps Sir

Redmond would be able to extract some sort of a promise from her in that mood, Mrs. Lansell reflected, as

she watched Beatrice chatting to her two cavaliers, with the most decorous impartiality. Sir Redmond seemed

in high spirits, which argued well; Mrs. Lansell gave herself up to the pleasure of the drive with a heart free

from anxiety. Not only was Beatrice at her best; Dorman's mood was nothing short of angelic, and as the

For a mile Keith had showed signs of a mind not at ease, and at last he made bold to speak.

"He was; but when Dick brought Goldie home, last night, I fell in love with him on sight, and just teased

"I didn't know you were going to ride him, when I sold him to Dick. He's not safe for a woman."

"Does he buck, Mr. Cameron? Dick said he was gentle." Beatrice had seen a horse buck, one day, and had a

"Then I don't mind anything else. I'm accustomed to horses," said Beatrice, and smiled welcome to Sir

"You want to ride him with a light rein," Keith cautioned, clinging to the subject. "He's tenderbitted, and

"I never jerk, Mr. Cameron." Keith discovered that big, baffling, bluebrown eyes can, if they wish, rival

Of course, when a man gets frozen with a girl's eyes, and scorched with a girl's sarcasm, the thing for him to

do is to retreat until the atmosphere becomes normal. Keith fell behind just as soon as he could do so with

some show of dignity, and for several miles tried to convince himself that he would rather talk to Dick and

"Don't you know," Sir Redmond remarked sympathetically, "some of these Western fellows are inclined to be

Sir Redmond got a taste of the freezing process that made him change the subject abruptly.

The way was rough and lonely; the trail wound over sharpnosed hills and through deep, narrow coulees,

with occasional, tantalizing glimpses of the river and the open land beyond, that kept Beatrice in a fever of

enthusiasm. From riding blithely ahead, she took to lagging far behind with her kodak, getting snapshots of

"Another cartridge, please, Sir Redmond," she said, and wound industriously on the finished roll.

"It's a jolly good thing I brought my pockets full." Sir Redmond fished one out for her. "Was that a dozen?"

"No; that had only six films. I want a larger one this time. It is a perfect nuisance to stop and change. Be still,

"Until you chance upon something you can't resist. I understand all that, you know." Sir Redmond, while he

teased, was pondering whether this was an auspicious time and place to ask Beatrice to marry him. He had

tried so many times and places that seemed auspicious, that the man was growing fearful. It is not pleasant to

have a girl smile indulgently upon you and deftly turn your avowals aside, so that they fall flat.

"Shall we trek?" Sir Redmond sighed a bit. He was not anxious to overtake the others.

"We will. Only, out here people never 'trek,' Sir Redmond. They 'hit the trail'."

"So they do. And the way these cowboys do it, one would think they were couriers, by Jove! with the lives of

"You're learning," Beatrice assured him, as they started on. "A year out here, and you would be a real

Sir Redmond came near saying, "The Lord forbid!" but he thought better of it. Beatrice was intensely loyal to

her countrymen, unfortunately, and would certainly resent such a remark; but, for all that, he thought it.

For a mile or two she held to her resolve, and then, at the top of a long hill overlooking the canyon where

"This must be Lost Canyon, for Dick has stopped by those trees. I want to get just one view from here.

"I fancy he is anxious to get down with the others. Let me hold him for you. Whoa, there!" He put a hand

upon the bridle, a familiarity Goldie resented. He snorted and dodged backward, to the ruin of the picture

"Let me have your camera. He's getting rather an ugly temper, I think." Sir Redmond put out his hand again,

"I can do better alone, Sir Redmond." The cheeks of Beatrice were red. She managed to hold the horse in

until her kodak was put safely in its case, but her temper, as well as Goldie's, was roughened. She hated

Goldie felt the sting of her whip when she brought him back into the road, and, from merely fretting, he took

to plunging angrily. Then, when Beatrice pulled him up sharply, he thrust out his nose, grabbed the bit in his

The advice was good, and Beatrice heard it plainly enough, but she neither answered nor looked back. How,

she thought, resentfully, was one to hold a yellow streak of rage, with legs like wire springs and a neck of

iron? Besides, she was angrily alive to the fact that Keith Cameron, watching down below, was having his

He was not. Goldie, when he ran, ran blindly in a straight line, and Keith knew it. He also knew that the

Englishman couldn't keep within gunshot of Goldie, with the mount he had, and half a mile awayKeith

shut his teeth hard together, and went out to meet her. Redcloud lay along the ground in great leaps, but

Keith, bending low over his neck, urged him faster and faster, until the horse, his ears laid close against his

neck, did the best there was in him. From the tail of his eye, Keith saw Sir Redmond's horse go down upon

his knees, and get up limpingand the sight filled him with ungenerous gladness; Sir Redmond was out of

He saw Beatrice's hat loosen and lift in front, flop uncertainly, and then go sailing away into the sagebrush,

and he noted where it fell, that he might find it, later. Then he was close enough to see her face, and

wondered that there was so little fear written there. Beatrice was plucky, and she rode well, her weight upon

the bit; but her weight was nothing to the clinched teeth of the horse; and, though she had known it from the

start, she was scarcely frightened. There was a good deal of the daredevil in Beatrice; she trusted a great deal

Just there the land was level, and she hoped to check him on the slope of the hill before them. She did not

know it was moated like a castle, with a washout ten feet deep and twice that in width, and that what looked

"Take your foot out of the stirrup," he commanded, harshly, and though Beatrice wondered why, something

Now Redcloud's nose was even with her elbow; the breath from his wideflaring nostrils rose hotly in her

face. Another bound, and he had forged ahead, neck and neck with Goldie, and it was Keith by her side,

"Let go all hold," he said. Reaching suddenly, he caught her around the waist and pulled her from the saddle,

just as Redcloud, scenting danger, plowed his front feet deeply into the loose soil and stopped dead still.

It was neatly done, and quickly; so quickly that before Beatrice had more than gasped her surprise, Keith

lowered her to the ground and slid out of the saddle. Beatrice looked at him, and wondered at his face, and at

the way he was shaking. He leaned weakly against the horse and hid his face on his arm, and trembled at

what had come so close to the girlthe girl, who stood there panting a little, with her wonderful, waving hair

cloaking her almost to her knees, and her bluebrown eyes wide and bright, and full of a deep amazement.

She forgot Goldie, and did not even look to see what had become of him; she forgot nearly everything, just

then, in wonder at this tall, cleanbuilt young fellow, who never had seemed to care what happened, leaning

there with his face hidden, his hat far hack on his head and little drops standing thickly upon his forehead.

She waited a moment, and when he did not move, her thoughts drifted to other things.

Keith lifted his head and looked at her. "Your kodakgood Lord!" He looked hard into her eyes, and she

"Come here," he commanded, hoarsely, catching her arm. "Your kodak! Look down there!" He led her to the

brink, which was close enough to set him shuddering anew. "Look! There's Goldie, damn him! It's a wonder

he's on his feet; I thought he'd be deadand serve him right. And youyou wonder if you broke your kodak

Beatrice drew back from him, and from the sight below, and if she were frightened, she tried not to let him

see. "Should I have fainted?" She was proud of the steadiness of her voice. "Really, I am very much obliged

to you, Mr. Cameron, for saving me from an ugly fall. You did it very neatly, I imagine, and I am grateful.

Still, I really hope I didn't break my kodak. Are you very disappointed because I can't faint away? There

doesn't seem to be any brook close by, you seeand I haven't my erlover's arms to fall into. Those are the

"Don't worry, Miss Lansell. I didn't expect you to faint, or to show any human feelings whatever. I do pity

"You didn't a minute ago," she reminded him. "You indulged in a bit of profanity, if I remember."

"I think it's rather absurd to stand here sparring, Mr. Cameron. You'll begin to accuse me of ingratitude, and

I'm as grateful as possible for what you did. Sir Redmond's horse was too slow to keep up, or he would have

"And could have supplied part of the stage setting. Too bad he was behind." Keith turned and readjusted the

cinch on his saddle, though it was not loose enough to matter, and before he had finished Sir Redmond rode

"Not at all. Mr. Cameron kindly helped me from the saddle in time to prevent an accident. I wish you'd thank

"You needn't trouble," said Keith hastily, getting into the saddle. "I'll go down after Goldie. You can easily

find the camp, I guess, without a pilot." Then he galloped away and left them, and would not look back; if he

had done so, he would have seen Beatrice's eyes following him remorsefully. Also, he would have seen Sir

Redmond glare after him jealously; for Sir Redmond was not in a position to know that their teteatete had

not been a pleasant one, and no man likes to have another fellow save the life of a woman he loves, while he

However, the woman he loved was very gracious to him that day, and for many days, and Keith Cameron

held himself aloof during the rest of the trip, which should have contented Sir Redmond.

Dorman toiled up the steps, his straw hat perilously near to slipping down his back, his face like a large, red

beet, and his hands vainly trying to reach around a bakingpowder can which the Chinaman cook had given

He marched straight to where Beatrice was lying in the hammock. If she had been older, or younger, or a

plain young woman, one might say that Beatrice was sulking in the hammock, for she had not spoken

anything but "yes" and "no" to her mother for an hour, and she had only spoken those two words

occasionally, when duty demanded it. For one thing, Sir Redmond was absent, and had been for two weeks,

and Beatrice was beginning to miss him dreadfully. To beguile the time, she had ridden, every day, long

miles into the hills. Three times she had met Keith Cameron, also riding alone in the hills, and she had

endeavored to amuse herself with him, after her own inimitable fashion, and with more or less success. The

trouble was, that sometimes Keith seemed to be amusing himself with her, which was not pleasing to a girl

like Beatrice. At any rate, he proved himself quite able to play the game of Give and Take, so that the

conscience of Beatrice was at ease; no one could call her pastime a slaughter of the innocents, surely, when

the fellow stood his ground like that. It was more a fencingbout, and Beatrice enjoyed it very much; she told

herself that the reason she enjoyed talking with Keith was because he was not always getting hurt, like Sir

Redmondor, if he did, he kept his feelings to himself, and went boldly on with the game. Item: Beatrice

had reversed her decision that Keith was vain, though she still felt tempted, at times, to resort to "making

To return to this particular day of sulking; Rex had cast a shoe, and lamed himself just enough to prevent her

riding, and so Beatrice was having a dull day of it in the house. Besides, her mother had just finished talking

to her for her good, which was enough to send an angel into the sulksand Beatrice lacked a good deal of

Dorman laid his bakingpowder can confidingly in his divinity's lap. "Be'trice, I did get some grasshoppers;

you said I couldn't. And you wouldn't go fishin', 'cause you didn't like to take Uncle Dick's makem'lieve

"'Tisn't, Be'trice It's dest as cooland by de brook it's awflly cold. Come, Be'trice!" He pulled at the smart

"You can sleep by de brook, Be'trice. I'll let you," he promised generously, "'cept when I need anudder

"Wait till tomorrow. I don't believe the fish are hungry today. Don't tear my skirt to pieces, Dorman!"

Dorman began to whine. He had never found his divinity in so unlovely a mood. "I want to go now! Dey are

too hungry, Be'trice! Looey Sam is goin' to fry my fishes for dinner, to s'prise auntie. Come, Be'trice!"

"Why don't you go with the child, Beatrice? You grow more selfish every day." Mrs. Lansell could not

endure selfishnessin others. "You know he will not give us any peace until you do."

Dorman instantly proceeded to make good his grandmother's prophecy, and wept so that one could hear him a

"Oh, dear me! Be still, Dormanyour auntie has a headache. Well, get your rod, if you know where it

iswhich I doubt." Beatrice flounced out of the hammock and got her hat, one of those floppy white things,

fluffed with thin, white stuff, till they look like nothing so much as a wisp of cloud, with ribbons to moor it to

Down by the creek, where the willows nodded to their own reflections in the still places, it was cool and

sweet scented, and Beatrice forgot her grievances, and was not sorry she had come.

(It was at about this time that a tall young fellow, two miles down the coulee, put away his field glass and

"Don't run ahead so, Dorman," Beatrice cautioned. To her had been given the doubtful honor of carrying the

bakingpowder can of grasshoppers. Even divinities must make themselves useful to man.

"Why, Be'trice?" Dorman swished his rod in unpleasant proximity to his divinity's head.

"Because, honey"Beatrice dodged"you might step on a snake, a rattlesnake, that would bite you."

"I saw one when I was ridin' on a horse wis Uncle Dick. It kept windin' up till it was round, and it growled

wis its tail, Be'trice. And Uncle Dick chased it, and nen it unwinded itself and creeped under a big rock. It

"Carry your rod still, Dorman. Are you trying to knock my hat off my head? Rattlesnakes have teeth, hon,

whether you saw them or not. I saw a great, long one that day we thought you were lost. Mr. Cameron killed

"Like this, hon." Beatrice parted her lips ever so little, and a snake buzzed at Dorman's feet. He gave a yell of

"You see, honey, if that had been really a snake, it would have bitten you. Never mind, dearit was only I."

Dorman was some time believing this astonishing statement. "How did you growl by my feet, Be'trice? Show

Beatrice, who had learned some things at school which were not included in the curriculum, repeated the

performance, while Dorman watched her with eyes and mouth at their widest. Like some older members of

"Well, Be'trice!" He gave a long gasp of ecstasy. "I don't see how can you do it? Can't I do it, Be'trice?"

"I'm afraid not, honeyyou'd have to learn. There was a queer French girl at school, who could do the

strangest things, Dormanlike fairy tales, almost. And she taught me to throw my voice different places, and

mimic sounds, when we should have been at our lessons. Listen, hon. This is how a little lamb cries, when he

is lost. . . . And this is what a hungry kittie says, when she is away up in a tree, and is afraid to come down.

Dorman danced all around his divinity, and forgot about the fishuntil Beatrice found it in her heart to

"Not another sound, Dorman," she declared at length, with the firmness of despair. "No, I will not be a lost

lamb another once. No, nor a hungry kittie, eithernor a snake, or anything. If you are not going to fish, I

Dorman sighed heavily, and permitted his divinity to fasten a small grasshopper to his hook.

"We'll go a bit farther, dear, down under those great trees. And you must not speak a word, remember, or the

When she had settled him in a likely place, and the rapt patience of the born angler had folded him close, she

disposed herself comfortably in the thick grass, her back against a tree, and took up the shuttle of fancy to

weave a wonderful daydream, as beautiful, intangible as the lacy, summer clouds over her head.

A man rode quietly over the grass and stopped two rods away, that he might fill his hungry eyes with the

Dorman turned and wrinkled his nose, by way of welcome, and shook his head vaguely, as though he might

Beatrice sat a bit straighter, and dexterously whisked some pink ruffles down over two distracting ankles, and

Keith dismounted, dropped the reins to the ground, and came and laid himself down in the grass beside his

Keith wondered if there was a welcome behind that sweet, indifferent face. He never could be sure of

anything in Beatrice's face, because it never was alike twice, it seemed to himand if it spoke welcome for a

"I saw you from the trail," he answered promptly, evidently not thinking it wise to mention the fieldglass.

And then: "Is Dick at home?" Not that he wanted Dickbut a fellow, even when he is in the last stages of

"Nowe women are alone today. There isn't a man on the place, except Looey Sam, and he doesn't count."

Dorman squirmed around till he could look at the two, and his eyebrows were tied in a knot. "I wish, Be'trice,

Dorman turned back to his fishing with a long breath of relief. His divinity never broke a promise, if she

If Dorman Hayes had been Cupid himself, he could not have hit upon a more impish arrangement than that.

To place a girl like Beatrice beside a fellow like Keitha fellow who is tall, and browned, and extremely

goodlooking, and who has hazel eyes with a laugh in them alwaysa fellow, moreover, who is very much

in love and very much in earnest about itand condemn him to silence, or to whispers!

Keith took advantage of the edict, and moved closer, so that he could whisper in comfortand be nearer his

Heart's Desire. He lay with his head propped upon his hand, and his elbow digging into the sod and getting

grassstains on his shirt sleeve, for the day was too warm for a coat. Beatrice, looking down at him, observed

that his forearm, between his glove and wristband, was as white and smooth as her own. It is characteristic

of a cowboy to have a face brown as an Indian, and hands girlishly white and soft.

"I haven't had a glimpse of you for a weeknot since I met you down by the river. Where have you been?"

"Here. Rex went lame, and Dick wouldn't let me ride any other horse, since that day Goldie boltedand so

the hills have called in vain. I've stayed at home and made quantities of Duchesse laceI almost finished a

love of a center pieceand mama thinks I have reformed. But Rex is better, and tomorrow I'm going

"Better help me hunt some horses that have been running down Lost Canyon way. I'm going to look for them

tomorrow," Keith suggested, as calmly as was compatible with his eagerness and his method of speech. I

doubt if any man can whisper things to a girl he loves, and do it calmly. I know Keith's heart was pounding.

"I shall probably ride in the opposite direction," Beatrice told him wickedly. She wondered if he thought she

"No? You may never again," she said. "I have so many things to wear out, you know."

"I like it," he declared, as emphatically as he could, and whisper. "It is just the color of your cheeks, after the

"I don't want to, anyway. I know another subject a million times more interesting than Sir Redmond."

"I think," said Beatrice, drawing her hand away, "we will not discuss that subject, either."

It occurred to Beatrice that an unsophisticated girl might easily think Keith in earnest, with that look in his

Dorman, scowling at them over his shoulder, unconsciously did his divinity a service. Beatrice pursed her

"You said you women are alonewhere is milord?" Keith began again, after two minutes of lying there

"Sir Redmond is in Helena, on business. He's been making arrangements to lease a lot of land."

"So the Pool has gone to leasing land?" The laugh had gone out of Keith's eyes; they were clear and keen.

"Yesthe plan is to lease the Pine Ridge country, and fence it. I suppose you know where that is."

"It isn't Dick's idea," Beatrice told him. "It was Sir Redmond's. Dick is rather angry, I think, and came near

quarreling with Sir Redmond about it. But English capital controls the Pool, you know, and Sir Redmond

controls the English capital, so he can adopt whatever policy he chooses. The way he explained the thing to

"Yes." Keith's tone was not quite what he meant it to be; he did not intend it to be ironical, as it was. "It's a

snap for the Pool, all right. It gives them a cinch on the best of the range, and all the water. I didn't give

Beatrice leaned over that she might read his eyes, but Keith turned his face away. In the shock of what he had

just learned, he was, at the moment, not the lover; he was the small cattleman who is being forced out of the

business by the octopus of combined capital. It was not less bitter that the woman he loved was one of the

tentacles reaching out to crush him. And they could do it; theythe whole affair resolved itself into a very

simple scheme, to Keith. The gauntlet had been thrown downbecause of this girl beside him. It was not so

much business acumen as it was the antagonism of a rival that had prompted the move. Keith squared his

shoulders, and mentally took up the gauntlet. He might lose in the range fight, but he would win the girl, if it

"Oh, no. No, not at all. No" Keith seemed to forget that a superabundance of negatives breeds suspicion of

"I believe that kid has got a bite at last," Keith interrupted, getting up. "Let me take hold, there, Dorman;

you'll be in the creek yourself in a second." He landed a fourinch fish, carefully rebaited the hook, cast the

line into a promising eddy, gave the rod over to Dorman, and went back to Beatrice, who had been watching

"Mr. Cameron, if I had known" Beatrice was goodhearted, if she was fond of playing with a man's heart.

"I hope you're not letting that business worry you, Miss Lansell. You remind me of a painting I saw once in

"Did you hear about that trainrobbery up the line last week?" Keith settled himself luxuriously upon his

back, with his hands clasped under his head, and his hat tipped down over his eyesbut not enough to

prevent him from watching his Heart's Desire. And in his eyes laughterand something sweeterlurked. If

Sir Redmond had wealth to fight with, Keith's weapon was far and away more dangerous, for it was the

irresistible love of a masterful manthe love that sweeps obstacles away like straws.

"I am not interested in trainrobberies," Beatrice told him, her eyes still clouded with trouble. "I want to talk

"They got one fellow the next day, and another got rattled and gave himself up; but the leader of the gang,

one of Montana's pet outlaws, is still ranging somewhere in the hills. You want to be careful about riding off

"Pshaw!" said his Heart's Desire, smiling reluctantly. "I'm not afraid. Do you suppose, if Sir Redmond had

"Those fellows made quite a haulalmost enough to lease the whole country, if they wanted to. Something

over fifty thousand dollarsand a strong box full of sand, that the messenger was going to fool them with.

He did, all right; but they weren't so slow. They hustled around and got the money, and he lost his sand into

"Was that meant for a pun?" Beatrice blinked her big eyes at him. "If you're quite through with the

"I'm glad old Mother Nature didn't give every woman an odd dimple beside the mouth," Keith observed,

"This from a man known chiefly for his pretty speeches!" Beatrice's laugh had a faint tinge of chagrin.

"Wouldn't pretty speeches get monotonous, too?" Keith's eyes were laughing at her.

"Yours wouldn't," she retorted, spitefully, and immediately bit her lip and hoped he would not consider that a

Keith sighed, and went and baited the hook again. When he returned to Beatrice, his mood had changed.

"I never make promises of any sort, Mr. Cameron." Beatrice had fallen back upon her airy tone, which was

"I wasn't thinking of asking much," Keith went on coolly. "I only wanted to ask you not to worry about that

"That isn't the point. No, I can't say I expect to lose sleep over it. I hope you will dismiss anything I may have

"Yes, I think we shall. You'll tell me all about it, if I want to know." Beatrice adopted her coaxing tone,

"Oh, no!" Keith laughed a little. "A girl can't always have her own way just because she wants it, even if

"I've got a fish, Mr. Cam'ron!" Dorman squealed, and Keith was obliged to devote another five minutes to

"I think you have fished long enough, honey," Beatrice told Dorman decidedly. "It's nearly dinner time, and

Looey Sam won't have time to fry your fish if you don't hurry home. Shall I tell Dick you wished to see him,

"It's nothing important, so I won't trouble you," Keith replied, in a tone that matched hers for cool courtesy.

"I'll see him tomorrow, probably." He helped Dorman reel in his line, cut a willowwand and strung the

three fish upon it by the gills, washed his hands leisurely in the creek, and dried them on his handkerchief,

just as if nothing bothered him in the slightest degree. Then he went over and smoothed Redcloud's mane and

pulled a wisp of forelock from under the browband, and commanded him to shake hands, which the horse

"I want to shake hands wis your pony, too," Dorman cried, and dropped pole and fish heedlessly into the

Dorman went up gravely and clasped Redcloud's raised fetlock solemnly, while the tall cowpuncher smiled

"Kiss him, Redcloud," he said softly; and then, when the horse's nose was thrust in his face: "No, not

mekiss the kid." He lifted the child up in his arms, and when Redcloud touched his soft nose to Dorman's

cheek and lifted his lip for a dainty, toothless nibble, Dorman was speechless with fright and rapture

"Now run home with your fish; it lacks only two hours and forty minutes to dinner time, and it will take at

Beatrice flushed and looked at him sharply, but Keith was getting into the saddle and did not appear to

remember she was there. The fingers that were tying her hatribbons under her chin fumbled awkwardly and

trembled. Beatrice would have given a good deal at that moment to know just what Keith Cameron was

thinking; and she was in a blind rage with herself to think that it mattered to her what he thought.

When he lifted his hat she only nodded curtly. She mimicked every beast and bird she could think of on the

way home, to wipe him and his horse from the memory of Dorman, whose capacity for telling things best left

It is saying much for Beatrice's powers of entertainment that Dorman quite forgot to say anything about Mr.

Cameron and his pony, and chattered to his auntie and grandmama about kitties up in a tree, and lost lambs

and sleepy birds, until he was tucked into bed that night. It was not until then that Beatrice felt justified in

drawing a long breath. Not that she cared whether any one knew of her meeting Keith Cameron, only that her

mother would instantly take alarm and preach to her about the wickedness of flirting; and Beatrice was not in

"Dick, I wish you'd tell me about this leasing business. There are points which I don't understand." Beatrice

"What do you want to understand it for? The thing is done now. We've got the fenceposts strung, and a crew

"You needn't snap your words like that, Dick. It doesn't matteronly I was wondering why Mr. Cameron

"Well, dear me! I don't see that it matters where I saw him. You're getting as inquisitive as mama. If you

think it concerns you, why, I met him accidentally when I was fishing with Dorman. He was coming to see

you, but you were gone, so he stopped and talked for a few minutes. Was there anything so strange about

that? And I told him you were leasing the Pine Ridge country, and he lookedwell, peculiar. But he

"Well, he had good reason for looking peculiar. But you needn't have told him I did it, Trix. Lay that at

"No, it isn't. Butyou see, Trix, it's this way: A man goes somewhere and buys a ranchor locates on a

claimand starts into the cattle business. He may not own more than a few hundred acres of land, but if he

has much stock he needs miles of prairie country, with water, for them to range on. It's an absolute necessity,

you see. He takes care to locate where there is plenty of public land that is free to anybody's cattle.

"Take the Pool outfit, for instance. We don't own land enough to feed onethird of our cattle. We depend on

government land for range for them. The Cross outfit is the same, only Keith's is on a smaller scale. He's got

to have range outside his own land, which is mostly hay land. This part of the State is getting pretty well

settled up with small ranchers, and then the sheep men keep crowding in wherever they can get a showand

sheep will starve cattle to death; they leave a range as bare as a prairiedog town. So there's only one good bit

of range left around here, and that's the Pine Ridge country, as it's called. That's our main dependence for

winter range; and now when this drought has struck us, and everything is drying up, we've had to turn all our

"Ever since I took charge of the Pool, Keith and I threw in together and used the same range, worked our

crews together, and fought the sheepmen together. There was a time when they tried to gobble the Pine Ridge

range, but it didn't go. Keith and I made up our minds that we needed it worse than they didand we got it.

Our punchers had every sheep herder bluffed out till there wasn't a muttonchewer could keep a bunch of

"Now, this lease law was made by stockmen, for stockmen. They can lease land from the government, fence

itand they've got a cinch on it as long as the lease lasts. A cow outfit can corral a heap of range that way.

There's the trick of leasing every other section or so, and then running a fence around the whole chunk; and

that's what the Pool has done to the Pine Ridge. But you mustn't repeat that, Trix.

"Milord wasn't long getting on to the leasing graft; in fact, it turns out the company got wind of it over in

England, and sent him over here to see what could be done in that line. He's done it, all right enough!

"And there's the Cross outfit, frozen out completely. The Lord only knows what Keith will do with his cattle

now, for we'll have every drop of water under fence inside of a month. He's in a hole, for sure. I expect he

feels pretty sore with me, too, but I couldn't help it. I explained how it was to milord, butyou can't

"I think," put in Beatrice firmly, "Sir Redmond did quite right. It isn't his fault that Mr. Cameron owns more

cattle than he can feed. If he was sent over here to lease the land, it was his duty to do so. Still, I really am

"Keith won't sit down and take his medicine if he can help it," Dick said moodily. "He could sell out, but I

"Well, there's one thing," retorted Dick. "If milord wants that fence to stand he'd better stay and watch it. I'll

bet money he won't more than strike Liverpool till about forty miles, more or less, of Pool fence will need

Dick grinned. "He'll be a fool if he don't, Trix. You can tell milord he'd better send for all his traps, and camp

right here till that lease runs out. My punchers will have something to do beside ride fence."

"I shall certainly tell Sir Redmond," Beatrice threatened. "You and Mr. Cameron hate him just because he's

English. You won't see what a splendid fellow he is. It's your duty to stand by him in this business, instead of

taking sides with Keith Cameron. Why didn't he lease that land himself, if he wanted to?"

"Meaning, I suppose, that Sir Redmond doesn't. I didn't think you would be so unjust. Sir Redmond is a

"Well, you've got a chance to marry your 'perfect gentleman," Dick retorted, savagely. "It's a wonder you

"You don't seem to fancy a fellow that can give you as good as you send," Dick rejoined. "I thought you

wouldn't find Keith such easy game, even if he does live on a cattle ranch. You can't rope him into making a

"Don't do your shouting too soon. If you could overhear some of the things he says you wouldn't be so

"No, I don't! I'm not a simple country girl, let me remind you. Since you are so sure of him, I'll have the

pleasure of saying, 'No, thank you, sir,' to your Keith Cameronjust to convince you I can."

"Oh, you will! Well, you just tell me when you do, Trix, and I'll give you your pick of all the saddle horses on

"I'll take Rex, and you may as well consider him mine. Oh, you men! A few smiles, judiciously dispensed,

and" Beatrice smiled most exasperatingly at her brother, and Dick went moody and was very poor

At dusk that night a glow was in the southern sky, and the wind carried the pungent odor of burning grass.

"I don't much like the look of it," he admitted to Sir Redmond. "It smells pretty strong, to be across the river.

I sent a couple of the boys out to look a while ago. If it's this side of the river we'll have to get a move on."

"It will be the range land, I take it, if it's on this side," Sir Redmond remarked.

Just then a man thundered through the lane and up to the very steps of the porch, and when he stopped the

Dick took a long pull at his cigar and threw it away. "Have the boys throw some barrels and sacks into a

wagonand git!" He went inside and grabbed his hat, and when he turned Sir Redmond was at his elbow.

"I'm going, too, Dick," cried Beatrice, who always seemed to hear anything that promised excitement. "I

"Beatrice!" cried her mother detainingly; but Beatrice was gone to get ready. A quick job she made of it; she

threw a dark skirt over her thin, white one, slipped into the nearest jacket, snatched her ridinggauntlets off a

chair where she had thrown them, and then couldn't find her hat. That, however, did not trouble her. Down in

the hall she appropriated one of Dick's, off the hall tree, and announced herself ready. Sir Redmond laughed,

caught her hand, and they raced together down to the stables before her mother had fully grasped the

Dick, his foot in the stirrup, stopped long enough to glance over his shoulder at her. "You ready so soon? Jim,

Men were hurrying here and there, every move counting something done. While she stood there a wagon

rattled out from the shadow of a haystack, with empty waterbarrels dancing a mad jig behind the high seat,

where the driver perched with feet braced and a whip in his hand. After him dashed four or five riders, silent

and businesslike. In a moment they were mere fantastic shadows galloping up the hill through the smothery

Then came Jim, leading Rex and a horse for himself; Sir Redmond had saddled his gray and was waiting.

Beatrice sprang into the saddle and took the lead, with nerves atingle. The wind that rushed against her face

was hot and reeking with smoke. Her nostrils drank greedily the tang it carried.

So they raced recklessly over the hills, toward where the night was aglow. Before them the wagon pounded

Here, wild cattle rushed off at either side, to stop and eye them curiously as they whirled past. There, a

coyote, squatting unseen upon a distant pinnacle, howled, longdrawn and quavering, his weird protest

The dusk deepened to dark, and they could no longer see the racing shadows. The rattle of the wagon came

Once Rex stumbled over a rock and came near falling, but Beatrice only laughed and urged him on,

They splashed through a shallow creek, and came upon the wagon, halted that the cowboys might fill the

barrels with water. Then they passed by, and when they heard them following the wagon no longer rattled

The dull, red glow brightened to orange. Then, breasting at last a long hill, they came to the top, and Beatrice

A jagged line of leaping flame cut clean through the dark of the coulee. The smoke piled rosily above and

before, and the sullen roar of it clutched the senseschallenging, sinister. Creeping stealthily, relentlessly,

here a thin gash of yellow hugging close to the earth, there a bold, bright wall of fire, it swept the coulee from

"The wind is carrying it from us," Sir Redmond was saying in her ear. "Are you afraid to stop here alone? I

Beatrice drew a long gasp. "Oh, no, I'm not afraid. Go; there is Dick, down there."

Sir Redmond turned and rode down the ridge toward the flames. His straight figure was silhouetted sharply

Beatrice slipped off her horse and sat down upon a rock, dead to everything but the fiendish beauty of the

scene spread out below her. Millions of sparks danced in and out among the smoke wreaths which curled

upwardnow black, now red, now a dainty rose. Off to the left a coyote yapped shrilly, ending with his

Beatrice shivered from sheer ecstasy. This was a world she had never before seena world of hot,

smokesodden wind, of deadblack shadows and flamebright light; of roar and hoarse bellowing and sharp

crackles; of calm, starsprinkled sky aboveand in the distance the uncanny howling of a coyote.

Time had no reckoning there. She saw men running to and fro in the glare, disappearing in a downward swirl

of smoke, coming to view again in the open beyond. Always their arms waved rhythmically downward,

beating the ragged line of yellow with watersoaked sacks. The trail they left was a wavering, smoketraced

rim of sullen black, where before had been gay, dancing, orange light. In places the smolder fanned to new

life behind them and licked greedily at the ripe grass like hungry, red tongues. One of these Beatrice watched

curiously. It crept slyly into an unburned hollow, and the wind, veering suddenly, pushed it out of sight from

the fighters and sent it racing merrily to the south. The main line of fire beat doggedly up against the wind

that a minute before had been friendly, and fought bravely two foes instead of one. It dodged, ducked, and

But the little, new flame broadened and stood on tiptoes defiantly, proud of the wide, black trail that kept

stretching away behind it; and Beatrice watched it, fascinated by its miraculous growth. It began to crackle

and send up smoke wreaths of its own, with sparks dancing through; then its voice deepened and coarsened,

The smoke from the larger fire rolled back with the wind, and Beatrice felt her eyes sting. Flakes of

blackened grass and ashes rained upon the hilltop, and Rex moved uneasily and pawed at the dry sod. To him

a prairiefire was not beautifulit was an enemy to run from. He twitched his reins from Beatrice's heedless

fingers and decamped toward home, paying no attention whatever to the command of his mistress to stop.

Still Beatrice sat and watched the new fire, and was glad she chanced to be upon the south end of a

sharpnosed hill, so that she could see both ways. The blaze dove into a deep hollow, climbed the slope

beyond, leaped exultantly and bellowed its challenge. And, of a sudden, dark forms sprang upon it and beat it

cruelly, and it went black where they struck, and only thin streamers of smoke told where it had been. Still

they beat, and struck, and struck again, till the fire died ingloriously and the hillside to the south lay dark and

Beatrice wondered who had done it. Then she came back to her surroundings and realized that Rex had left

her, and she was alone. She shiveredthis time not in ecstasy, but partly from lonelinessand went down

the hill toward where Dick and Sir Redmond and the others were fighting steadily the larger fire, unconscious

of the younger, new one that had stolen away from them and was beaten to death around the hill.

Once in the coulee, she was compelled to take to the burnt ground, which crisped hotly under her feet and

sent up a rank, suffocating smell of burned grass into her nostrils. The whole country was alight, and down

there the world seemed on fire. At times the smoke swooped blindingly, and half strangled her. Her skirts, in

Picking her way carefully around the spots that glowed warningly, shielding her face as well as she could

from the smoke, she kept on until she was close upon the fighters. Dick and Sir Redmond were working side

by side, the sacks they held rising and falling with the regularity of a machine for minutes at a time. A group

of strange horsemen galloped up from the way she had come, followed by a wagon of waterbarrels,

careering recklessly over the uneven ground. The horsemen stopped just inside the burned rim, the horses

"I guess you want some help here. Where shall we start in?" Beatrice recognized the voice. It was Keith

"I'm not sure we want your help," spoke the angry voice of Sir Redmond. "I take it you've already done a

"What do you mean by that?" Keith demanded; and then, by the silence, it seemed that every one knew.

Beatrice caught her breath. Was this one of the ways Dick meant that Keith could fight?

"Climb down, boys, and get busy," Keith called to his men, after a few breaths. "This is for Dick. Wait a

minute! Pete, drive the wagon ahead, there. I guess we'd better begin on the other end and work this way.

Come onthere's too much hot air here." They clattered on across the coulee, kicking hot ashes up for the

wind to seize upon. Beatrice went slowly up to Dick, feeling all at once very tired and out of heart with it all.

"Dick," she called, in an anxious little voice, "Rex has run away from me. What shall I do?"

Dick straightened stiffly, his hands upon his aching loins, and peered through the smoke at her.

"I guess the only thing to do, then, is to get into the wagon over there. You can drive, Trix, if you want to,

and that will give us another man here. I was just going to have some one take you home; nowthe Lord

only knows!you're liable to have to stay till morning. Rex will go home, all right; you needn't worry about

He bent to the work again, and she could hear the wet sack thud, thud upon the ground. Other sacks and

blankets went thud, thud, and down here at close range the fire was not so beautiful as it had been from the

hilltop. Down here the glamour was gone. She climbed up to the high wagon seat and took the reins from the

man, who immediately seized upon a sack and went off to the fight. She felt that she was out of touch. She

was out on the prairie at night, miles away from any house, driving a waterwagon for the men to put out a

prairie fire. She had driven a coachingparty once on a wager; but she had never driven a lumberwagon

It was a new experience, certainly, but she found no pleasure in it; she was tired and sleepy, and her eyes and

throat smarted cruelly with the smoke. She looked back to the hill she had just left, and it seemed a long, long

time since she sat upon a rock up there and watched the little, new fire grow and grow, and the strange

Again she wondered vaguely who had done it; not Keith Cameron, surely, for Sir Redmond had all but

accused him openly of setting the range afire. Would he stamp out a blaze that was just reaching a size to do

mischief, if left a little longer? No one would have seen it for hours, probably. He would undoubtedly have

let it run, unlessBut who else could have set the fire? Who else would ,want to see the Pine Ridge country

black and barren? Dick said Keith Cameron would not sit down and take his medicineperhaps Dick knew

As the fighters moved on across the coulee she drove the wagon to keep pace with them. Often a man would

run up to the wagon, climb upon a wheel and dip a frayed gunny sack into a barrel, lift it out and run with it,

all dripping, to the nearest point of the fire. Her part was to keep the wagon at the most convenient place. She

began to feel the importance of her position, and to take pride in being always at the right spot. From the calm

appreciation of the picturesque side, she drifted to the keen interest of the one who battles against heavy odds.

The wind had veered again, and the flames rushed up the long coulee like an express train. But the path it left

was growing narrower every moment. Keith Cameron was doing grand work with his crew upon the other

Beatrice found herself watching the work of the Cross men. If they were doing it for effect, they certainly

were acting well their part. She wondered what would happen when the two crews met, and the danger was

over. Would Sir Redmond call Keith Cameron to account for what he had done? If he did, what would Keith

say? And which side would Dick take? Very likely, she thought, he would defend Keith Cameron, and shield

Beatrice found herself crying quietly, and shivering, though the air was sultry with the fire. For the life of her,

she could not tell why she cried, but she tried to believe it was the smoke in her eyes. Perhaps it was.

The sky was growing gray when the two crews met. The orange lights were gone, and Dick, with a spiteful

flop of the black rag which had been a good, new sack, stamped out the last tiny red tongue of the fire. The

men stood about in awkward silence, panting with heat and weariness. Sir Redmond was ostentatiously

filling his pipe. Beatrice knew him by his straight, soldierly pose. In the drab halflight they were all mere

black outlines of men, and, for the most part, she could not distinguish one from another. Keith Cameron she

knew; instinctively by his slim height, and by the way he carried his head. Unconsciously, she leaned down

Keith seemed to be making a cigarette. A match flared and lighted his face for an instant, then was pinched

"Well, I'm waiting for what you've got to say, Sir Redmond." His voice cut sharply through the silence. If he

had known Beatrice was out there in the wagon he would have spoken lower, perhaps.

"I fancy I said all that is necessary just now," Sir Redmond answered calmly. "You know what I think. From

"And what are you going to do, then?" Keith's voice was clear and unperturbed, as though he asked for the

"That," retorted Sir Redmond, "is my own affair. However, since the matter concerns you rather closely, I

will say that when I have the evidence I am confident I shall find, I shall seek the proper channels for

retribution. There are laws in this country, aimed to protect a man's property, I take it. I warn you that I shall

"All right, then. I didn't think you'd go back on a fellow. And I tell you straight up, Sir Redmond Hayes, I'm

not out touching matches to range landnot if it belonged to the devil himself. I've got some feeling for the

dumb brutes that would have to suffer. You can get right to work hunting evidence, and be damned! You're

dead welcome to all you can find; and in this part of the country you won't be able to buy much! You know

very well you deserve to get your rope crossed, or you wouldn't be on the lookout for trouble. Come, boys;

Beatrice watched them troop off to their horses, heard them mount and go tearing off across the burned

"I expect you're good and tired, sis. You've made a hand, all right, and helped us a whole lot, I can tell you.

Beatrice smiled wanly. Not one of her Eastern acquaintances would have recognized Beatrice Lansell, the

society beauty, in this remarkablelooking young woman, attired in a most haphazard fashion, with a face

grimed like a chimney sweep, red eyelids drooping over tired, smarting eyes, and disheveled, ashfilled hair

topped by a man's gray felt hat. When she smiled her teeth shone dead white, like a negro's.

Dick regarded her critically, one foot on the wheel hub. "Where did you get hold of Keith Cameron's hat?" he

Beatrice snatched the hat from her head with childish petulance, and looked as if she were going to throw it

viciously upon the ground. If her face had been clean Dick might have seen how the blood had rushed into

her cheeks; as it was, she was safe behind a mask of soot. She placed the hat back upon her head, feeling,

"I supposed it was yours. I took it off the halltree." The dignity of her tone was superb, but, unfortunately, it

Dick grinned through a deep layer of soot "Well, it happens to be Keith's. He lost it in the wind the other day,

and I found it and took it home. It's too bad you've worn his hat all night and didn't know it. You ought to see

"I can't look any worse than you do. A negro would be white by comparison. Do get in, so we can start! I'm

tired to death, and halfstarved." After these unamiable remarks, she refused to open her lips.

They drove silently in the gray of early morning, and the empty barrels danced monotonously their fantastic

jig in the back of the wagon. Sootyfaced cowboys galloped wearily over the prairie before them, and Sir

Beatrice felt distinctly out of sorts the next day, and chose an hour for her ride when she felt reasonably

secure from unwelcome company. But when she went out into the sunshine there was Sir Redmond waiting

with Rex and his big gray. Beatrice was not exactly elated at the sight, but she saw nothing to do but smile

and make the best of it. She wanted to be alone, so that she could dream along through the hills she had

learned to love, and think out some things which troubled her, and decide just how she had best go about

winning Rex for herself; it had become quite necessary to her peace of mind that she should teach Dick and

"It has been so long since we rode together," he apologized. "I hope you don't mind my coming along."

"Oh, no! Why should I mind?" Beatrice smiled upon him in friendly fashion. She liked Sir Redmond very

muchonly she hoped he was not going to make love. Somehow, she did not feel in the mood for

"I don't know why, I'm sure. But you seem rather fond of riding about these hills by yourself. One should

"Does it?" Beatrice was not halflistening. They were passing, just then, the suburbs of a "dog town," and she

was never tired of watching the prairiedogs stand upon their burrows, chipchip defiance until fear overtook

their impertinence, and then dive headlong deep into the earth. "I do think a prairiedog is the most impudent

creature alive and the most shrewish. I never pass but I am scolded by these little scoundrels till my ears burn.

"They're probably inviting you to stop with them and be their queen, and are scolding because your heart is

"You don't appear exactly hilarious," she told him. "I can't see what is getting the matter with us all. Mama

and your sister are poor company, even for each other, and Dick is like a bear. One can't get a civil word out

of him. I'm not exactly amiable, myself, either; but I relied upon you to keep the mental temperature up to

"Perhaps it's a good thing we shall not stop here much longer. I must confess I don't fancy the countryand

Mary is downright homesick. She wants to get back to her parish affairs; she's afraid some rheumatic old

woman needs coddling with jelly and wine, and that sort of thing. I've promised to hurry through the business

here, and take her home. But I mean to see that Pine Ridge fence in place before I go; or, at least, see it well

"I'm sure Dick will attend to it properly," Beatrice remarked, with pink cheeks. If she remembered what she

had threatened to tell Sir Redmond, she certainly could not have asked for a better opportunity. She was

"Your brother Dick is a fine fellow, and I have every confidence in him; but you must see yourself that he is

swayed, more or less, by his friendship forhis neighbors. It is only a kindness to take the responsibility off

his shoulders till the thing is done. I'm sure he will feel better to have it so."

"Yes," she agreed; "I think you're right. Dick always was very softhearted, and, right or wrong, he clings to

his friends." Then, rather hastily, as though anxious to change the trend of the conversation: "Of course, your

sister will insist on keeping Dorman with her. I shall miss that little scamp dreadfully, I'm afraid." The next

"It is something to know that there is even one of us that you will miss," Sir Redmond observed. Something

"I scarcely think it has been any particular element," she broke in, trying desperately to stave off what she felt

in his tone. "I love the wild, where I can ride, and ride, and never meet a human beingwhere I can dream

and dally and feast my eyes on a landscape man has not touched. I have lived most of my life in New York,

and I love nature so well that I'm inclined to be jealous of her. I want her left free to work out all her whims

in her own way. She has a keen sense of humor, I think. The way she modeled some of these hills proves that

she loves her little jokes. I have seen where she cut deep, fearsome gashes, with sides precipitous, as though

she had some priceless treasure hidden away in the deep, where man cannot despoil it. And if you plot and

plan, and try very hard, you may reach the bottom at last and find the treasurenothing. Or, perhaps, a tiny

"And is that all? Is there nothing to this delightful summer, after all, but your hills?"

"Oh, of course, Iit has all been delightful. I shall hate to go back home, I think." Beatrice was a bit startled

to find just how much she would hate to go back and wrap herself once more in the conventions of society

life. For the first time since she could remember, she wanted her world to stand still.

"I hoped, Beatrice, you would count me, too. I've tried to be patient. You know, don't you, that I love you?"

"You've certainly told me often enough," she retorted, in a miserable attempt at her old manner.

"And you've put me off, and laughed at me, and did everything under heaven but answer me fairly. And I've

acted the fool, no doubt. I know it. I've no courage before a woman. A curl of your lip, and I was ready to cut

and run. But I can't go on this way foreverI've got to know. I wish I could talk as easy as I can fight; I'd

have settled the thing long ago. Where other men can plead their cause, I can say just the one thingI love

you, Beatrice. When I saw you first, in the carriage I loved you then. You had some furbrown

fursnuggled under your chin, and the pink of your cheeks, and your dear, brown eyes shining and smiling

aboveGood God! I've always loved you! From the beginning of the world, I think! I'd be good to you,

Something in Beatrice's throat ached cruelly. It was the truth, and she knew it. He did love her, and the love

of a brave man is not a thing to be thrust lightly aside. But it demanded such a lot in return! More, perhaps,

than she could give. A love like thata love that gives everythingdemands everything in return. Anything

She stole a glance at him. Sir Redmond was looking straight before him, with the fixed gaze that sees

nothing. There was the white line around his mouth which Beatrice had seen once before. Again that griping

ache was in her throat, till she could have cried out with the pain of it. She wanted to speak, to say

While her mind groped among the jumble of words that danced upon her tongue, and that seemed, all of

them, so pitifully weak and inadequate, she heard the galloping hoofs of a horse pounding close behind. A

choking cloud of dust swept down upon them, and Keith, riding in the midst, reined out to pass. He lifted his

hat. His eyes challenged Beatrice, swept coldly the face of her companion, and turned again to the trail. He

swung his heels backward, and Redcloud broke again into the tireless lope that carried him far ahead, until

Sir Redmond waited until Keith was far beyond hearing, then he filled his lungs deeply and looked at

Beatrice was deadly afraid she was going to cry, and she hated weeping women above all things. "A little

wouldn't do," she said, with what firmness she could muster. "I should want to love you as muchquite as

much as you deserve, Sir Redmond, or not at all. I'm afraid I can't. I wish I could, though. II think I should

like to love you; but perhaps I haven't much heart. I like you very muchbetter than I ever liked any one

before; but oh, I wish you wouldn't insist on an answer! I don't know, myself, how I feel. I wish you had not

"A man can keep his heart still for a certain time, Beatrice, but not for always. Some time he will say what his

heart commands, if the chance is given him; the woman can't hold him back. I did wait and wait, because I

"Of course I don't. But I hate to give up my freedom to any one, Sir Redmond. I want to be freefree as the

wind that blows here always, and changes and changes, and blows from any point that suits its whim, without

"Do you think I'm an ogre, that will lock you in a dungeon, Beatrice? Can't you see that I am not threatening

your freedom? I only want the right to love you, and make you happy. I should not ask you to go or stay

"I don't think it would matter," cried Beatrice, "if you weren't. I should love you because I couldn't help

myself. I hate doing things by rule, I tell you. I couldn't care for you because you were good to me, and I

ought to care; it must be because I can't help myself. And I" She stopped and shut her teeth hard together;

"I believe you do love me, Beatrice, and your rebellious young American nature dreads surrender." He tried

to look into her eyes and smile, but she kept her eyes looking straight ahead. Then Sir Redmond made the

biggest blunder of his life, out of the goodness of his heart, and because he hated to tease her into promising

"I won't ask you to tell me now, Beatrice," he said gently. "I want you to be sure; I never could forgive

myself if you ever felt you had made a mistake. A week from tonight I shall ask you once moreand it will

be for the last time. After thatBut I won't thinkI daren't think what it would be like if you say no. Will

The heart of Beatrice jumped into her throat. At that minute she was very near to saying yes, and having done

with it. She was quite sure she knew, then, what her answer would be in a week. The smile she gave him

started Sir Redmond's blood to racing exultantly. Her lips parted a little, as if a word were there, ready to be

spoken; but she caught herself back from the decision. Sir Redmond had voluntarily given her a week; well,

"Yes, I'll tell you a week from tonight, after dinner. I'll race you home, Sir Redmondthe first one through

the big gate by the stable wins!" She struck Rex a blow that made him jump, and darted off down the trail

that led home, and her teasing laugh was the last Sir Redmond heard of her that day; for she whipped into a

narrow gulch when the first turn hid her from him, and waited until he had thundered by. After that she rode

complacently, deep into the hills, wickedly pleased at the trick she had played him.

Every day during the week that followed she slipped away from him and rode away by herself, resolved to

enjoy her freedom to the full while she had it; for after that, she felt, things would never be quite the same.

Every day, when Dick had chance for a quiet word with her, he wanted to know who owned Rextill at last

she lost her temper and told him plainly that, in her opinion, Keith Cameron had left the country for two

reasons, instead of one. (For Keith, be it known, had not been seen since the day he passed her and Sir

Redmond on the trail.) Beatrice averred that she had a poor opinion of a man who would not stay and face

There was just one day left in her week of freedom, and Dick still owned Rex, with the chances all in his

favor for continuing to do so. Still, Beatrice was vindictively determined upon one point. Let Keith Cameron

cross her path, and she would do something she had never done before; she would deliberately lead him on to

proposeif the fellow had nerve enough to do so, which, she told Dick, she doubted.

Keith, dreaming along a winding, rockstrewn trail in the canyon, looked up quickly and beheld his Heart's

Desire sitting calmly upon her horse, ten feet before Redcloud's nose, watching him amusedly. Redcloud

must have been dreaming also, or he would have whinnied warning and welcome, with the same breath.

Keith, not to be outdone, searched his memory hurriedly for the reply which should rightly follow; secretly he

"'Child, there's a valley over there'but it isn't 'pretty and wooded and shy'not what you can notice. And

there isn't any 'little town,' either, unless you go a long way. Why?" Keith rested his gloved hands, one above

the other, on the saddle horn, and let his eyes riot with the love that was in him. He had not seen his Heart's

Desire for a week. A week? It seemed a thousand years! And here she was before him, unusually gracious.

"Why? I discovered that hill two hours ago, it seems to me, and it wasn't more than a mile off. I want to see

what lies on the other side. I feel sure no man ever stood upon the top and looked down. It is my hillmine

by the right of discovery. But I've been going, and going, and I think it's rather farther away, if anything, than

"Good thing I met you'" Keith declared, and he looked as if he meant it. "You're probably lost, right now, and

"I thought so," grinned Keith joyously. "You're pointing straight toward Claggett."

"It doesn't matter," said Beatrice, "since you know, and you're here. The important thing is to get to the top of

"Why, to be there!" Beatrice opened her big eyes at him. "That," she declared whimsically, "is the top of the

"It's an unmerciful climb," Keith demurred hypocritically, to strengthen her resolution.

Keith gave a sigh that shook the saddle, making up, in volume, what it lacked in sincerity. The blood in him

was ajump at the prospect of leading his Heart's Desire up next the cloudsup where the world was yet

"You don't have to," he retorted. "It is a self evident fact. Who wants to go prowling around these hills by

night, with a lantern that smokes an' has an evil smell, losing sleep and yowling like a bunch of coyotes,

hunting a misguided young woman who thinks north is south, and can't point straight up?"

"It's realistic. Do you still insist upon getting up there, for the doubtful pleasure of looking down?" Secretly,

"I never yet allowed my wishes to masquerade as Disagreeable Duty, with two big D's," she told him tartly,

"Say! If you're going up that hill, this is the trail. You'll bump up against a straight cliff if you follow that

Beatrice turned with seeming reluctance and allowed him to guide her, just as she had intended he should do.

"Yes. I've just got back from Fort Belknap," he explained quietly, though he must have known his absence

had been construed differently. "I've rented pasturage on the reservation for every hoof I own. Great grass

over therethe whole prairie like a hay meadow, almost, and little streams everywhere."

"Luck ought to come my way once in a while. I don't seem to get more than my share, though."

"I expect he will. You may tell him, for me, that Jim Worthingtonhe's the agent over there, and was in

college with ussays I can have my cattle there as long as he's running the place."

"I don't expect to be over to the Pool ranch for a while." Keith's tone was significant, and Beatrice dropped

"Been fishing lately?" he asked easily, as though he had not left her that day in a miff. "No. Dorman is fickle,

like all male creatures. Dick brought him two little brown puppies the other day, and now he can hardly be

dragged from the woodshed to his meals. I believe he would eat and sleep with them if his auntie would allow

The trail narrowed there, and they were obliged to ride single file, which was not favorable to conversation.

Thus far, Beatrice thought, she was a long way from winning her wager; but she did not worryshe looked

"We'll have to get off and lead our horses over this spur," he told her, at last. "Once on the other side, we can

"All right," said Keith, inwardly shouting. If his Heart's Desire wished to take a climb that would last a good

two hours, he was not there to object. He led her up a steep, rockstrewn ridge and into a hollow. From there

"I'll just anchor these cayuses to a rock, to make deadsure of them," Keith remarked. "It wouldn't be fun to

be set afoot out here; now, would it? How would you like the job of walking home, eh?"

"I don't think I'd enjoy it much," Beatrice said, showing her one dimple conspicuously. "I'd rather ride."

Keith wheeled toward the sound, and a bullet spatted into the yellow clay, two inches from the toe of his

boot. Also, a rifle cracked sharply. He took the hint, and put his hands immediately on a level with his hat

"No use," he called out ruefully. "I haven't anything to return the compliment with."

"Well, I've got t' have the papers fur that, mister," retorted the voice, and a man appeared from the shelter of a

rock and came slowly down to thema man, longlegged and lank, with haggard, unshaven face and eyes

that had hunger and dogged endurance looking out. He picked his way carefully with his feet, his eyes and

the rifle fixed unswervingly at the two. Beatrice was too astonished to make a sound.

"What sort of a holdup do you call this?" demanded Keith hotly, his hands itching to be down and busy.

"Oh, damn your money!" the man said roughly. "I've got money t' burn. I want t' trade horses with yuh. That

"Well, seeing you seem to be head push here, I guess it's a trade," Keith answered. "But I'll thank you for my

Beatrice, whose hands were up beside her ears, and not an inch higher, changed from amazed curiosity to

concern. "Oh, you mustn't take Redcloud away from Mr. Cameron!" she protested. "You don't knowhe's so

fond of that horse! You may take mine; he's a good horsehe's a perfectly splendid horse, but II'm not so

The fellow stopped and looked at hernot, however, forgetting Keith, who was growing restive. Beatrice's

cheeks were very pink, and her eyes were bright and big and earnest. He could not look into them without

"I wish you'd please take RexI'd rather trade than not," she coaxed. When Beatrice coaxed, mere man must

yield or run. The fellow was but human, and he was not in a position to run, so he grinned and wavered.

"It's fair to say you'll get done," he remarked, his eyes upon the odd little dimple at the corner of her mouth,

"Your horse won't crbuck, will he?" she ventured doubtfully. This was her first horse trade, and it

"Oh!" Beatrice gasped and blushed. She might have known, she thought, that the fellow would not take all

this trouble if his horse was in a condition to buck. Then: "My elbows hurt. II think I should like to sit

"Sure," said the man politely. "Make yourself comfortable. I ain't used t' dealin' with ladies. But you got t' set

still, yuh know, and not try any tricks. I can put up a mighty swift gun play when I need toand your bein' a

"Thank you." Beatrice sat down upon the nearest rock, folded her hands meekly and looked from him to

Keith, who seethed to claim a good deal of the man's attention. She observed that, at a long breath from

"Maybe your elbows ache, too," he remarked dryly. "They'll git over it, though; I've knowed a man t' grab at

"Indeed he can go!" put in Beatrice eagerly. "He's every bit as good as Redcloud."

"That accounts for it." He laughed unpleasantly. "I wondered why you was so dead anxious t' have me take

The eyes of Beatrice snapped sparks at him, but her manner was demure, not to say meek. "He belongs to my

brother," she explained, "and my brother has dozens of good saddlehorses. Mr. Cameron's horse is a pet. It's

different when a horse follows you all over the place and fairly talks to you. He'll shake hands, and"

Keith might seem boyish, but he did not enjoy being addressed as "kid." He was twentyeight years old,

"I say this: If you take my horse, I'll kill you. I'll have twentyfive cowpunchers camping on your trail

"No, he won't!" cried Beatrice, leaning forward. "Don't mind a thing he says! You can't expect a man to keep

his temper with his hands up in the air like that. You take Rex, and I'll promise for Mr. Cameron "

"I promise you he won't do a thing," she went on firmly. "Hehe isn't half as fierce, really, asas he

The man laughed a little. Evidently the situation amused him, whether the others could see the humor of it or

"Well, it ain't often I git a chance t' please a lady," the fellow decided. "I guess Rex'll do, all right. Go over

and change saddles, youngsterand don't git gay. I've got the drop, and yuh notice I'm keeping it."

"Are you going to take his saddle?" Beatrice stood up and clenched her hands, looking very much as if she

"Sure thing. It's a peach, from the look of it. Mine's over the hill a piece. Step along there, kid! I want t' be

"I expect t' go some," retorted the man. "A fellow with three sheriff's posses campin' on his trail ain't apt t'

"Yep," the fellow laughed recklessly. "You ca, tell your maw yuh met up with Kelly, the darin' trainrobber.

I wouldn't be s'prised if she close herded yuh fer a spell till her scare wears off. Bu I've hung around these

parts long enough. I fooled them sheriffs aplenty, stayin' here. Gee! you'r' swiftI don't think!" This last

sentence was directed at Keith, who was putting a snail to shame, and making it appear he was in a hurry.

Keith wisely made no replynor did he show any symptoms of haste, despite the menacing tone Slowly he

pulled his saddle off Redcloud, and carefully he placed it upon the ground. When a fellow lives in his saddle,

almost, he comes to think a great deal of it, and he is reluctant under any circumstances, to surrender it to

another; to have a man deliberately confiscate it with the authority which lies in a lump of lead the size of a

Through Keith's brain flashed a dozen impracticable plans, and one that offered a slendervery

slenderchance of success. If he could get a little closer! He moved over beside Rex an unbuckling the

Keith picked up the saddlehis saddle, and threw it across Rex's back, raging inwardly at his helplessness.

To lose his saddle worse, to let Beatrice lose her horse. Lord! a pretty figure he must cut in her eyes!

"Dry weather we're havin'," Kelly remarked politely to Beatrice; without, however, looking in her direction.

"Yes," she agreed, as pleasantly as she could, in view of the disquieting circumstances. "I helped fight a

"Prairiefires is mean things t' handle, oncet they git started. I always hate t' see 'em git hold of the grass.

Beatrice glanced toward Keith, and was thankful his back was turned to her. But a quick suspicion had come

"It wasn't no mystery t' me." Kelly laughed grimly. "I started that there blaze myself accidentally. I throwed a

cigarette down, thinkin' it had gone out. After a while I seen a blaze where I'd jest left, but I didn't have no

license t' go back an' put it outmy orders was to git out uh that. I seen the sky all lit up that night. Kid, are

Keith started. He had been listening, and thanking his lucky star that Beatrice was listening also. If she had

suspected him of setting the range afire, she knew better now. A weight lifted off Keith's shoulders, and he

stood a bit straighter; those chance words meant a great deal to him, and he felt that he would not grudge his

saddle in payment. But Rexthat was another matter. Beatrice should not lose him if he could prevent it;

He might turn and spring upon Kelly, but in the meantime Kelly would not be idle; he would probably be

pumping bullets out of the rifle into Keith's bodyand he would still have the horse. He stole a glance at

Beatrice, and went hot all over at what he thought he read in her eyes. For once he was not glad to be near his

Heart's Desire; he wished her elsewhereanywhere but sitting on that rock, over there, with her little, gloved

hands folded quietly in her lap, and that adorable, demure look on her facethe look which would have put

her mother instantly upon the defensiveand a gleam in her eyes Keith read for scorn.

Surely he might do something! Barely six feet now separated him from Kelly. If one of those lumps of rock

that strewed the ground was in his handhe stooped to reach under Rex's body for the cinch, and could

almost feel Kelly's eyes boring into his back. A false movewell, Keith had heard of Kelly a good many

times; if this fellow was really the man he claimed to be, Keith did not need to guess what would follow a

suspicious move; he knew. He looked stealthily toward him, and Kelly's eyes met his with a gleam sinister.

Keith swore in a whisper, and his fingers closed upon the cinch. It was no use to fight the devil with cunning,

Just then Beatrice gave an unearthly screech, that made the horses' knees bend under them. When Keith

whirled to see what it was, she was standing upon the rock, with her skirts held tightly around her, like the

Came a metallic brrr, the unmistakable war cry of the rattler. Into Kelly's eyes came a look of fear, and he

sidled gingerly. The buzz had sounded unpleasantly close to his heels. For one brief instant the cold eye of his

rifle regarded harmlessly the hillside. During that instant a goodly piece of sandstone whinged under his jaw,

and he went down, with Keith upon him like a mountain lion. The latter snatched the rifle and got up

hurriedly, for he had not forgotten the rattler. Kelly lay looking up at him in a dazed way that might have

"I wondered if you were good at grasping opportunities," said Beatrice. When he looked, there she was,

sitting down on the rock, with her little, gloved hands folded in her lap, and that adorable demure look on her

face; and a gleam in her eyes he knew was not scorn, though he could not rightly tell what it really did mean.

Keith wondered at her vaguely, but a man can't have his mind on a dozen things at once. It was important that

he keep a sharp watch on Kelly, and his eyes were searching for a gleaming, gray spotted coil which he felt to

Keith turned back before Kelly had more than got to his elbow; plainly Kelly was not feeling well just then.

"If you'll hand me the gun, Mr. Cameron, I think I can hold it steady while you fix the saddles. And then we'll

What Keith wanted to do was to take her in his arms and kiss her till he was tired. What he did do was back

toward her, and let her take the rifle quickly and deftly from his hands. She rested the gun upon her knee, and

brought it to bear upon Mr. Kelly with a composure not assuring to that gentleman, and she tried to look as if

she really and truly would shoot a manand managed to look only the more kissable.

The way he slapped his saddle back upon Redcloud and cinched it, and saddled Rex, was a pretty exhibition

"I knowed you wasn't as swift as yuh knew how 't be, a while back," he commented. "I've got this t' say fur

you two: You're a little the toughest proposition I ever run up ag'instand I've been up ag'inst it good and

"Thanks," Keith said cheerfully. "You'd better take Rex now and go ahead, Miss Lansell. I'll take that gun

Kelly got unsteadily upon his feet. Beatrice looked at him, and then at Keith. She asked a question.

"March him home, and send him in to the nearest sheriff." Keith was businesslike, and his tone was crisp.

Beatrice's eyes turned again to Kelly. He did not whine, or beg, or even curse. He stood looking straight

before him, at something only his memory could see, and in his face was weariness, and a deep loneliness,

and a certain, grim despair. There was an ugly bruise where the rock had struck, but the rest of his face was

"If you do that," cried Beatrice, in a voice hardly more than a fierce whisper, "I shall hate you always. You

Keith was not a hard man to persuade into being merciful. "It's easy enough to say yes, Miss Lansell. I always

was chickenhearted when a fellow seemed down on his luck. You can stay here, KellyI don't want you,

anyway." He laughed boyishly and irresponsibly, for he felt that Kelly had done him a service that day.

Beatrice flashed him a smile that went to his head and made him dizzy, and took up Rex's bridle rein. She

hesitated, looked doubtfully at Kelly, who stood waiting stoically, and turned to her saddle. She untied a

"YouI don't want my lunch, after all. I'm going home now. II want you to take it, please. There are some

sandwicheswith veal loaf, that Looey Sam makes deliciouslyand some cake. II wish it was more. I

Kelly looked down at her, and God knows what thoughts were in his mind. He did not answer her with

"Poor devil!" was what Keith said to himself, and the gun he was holding threatened, for a minute, to wing a

Beatrice laid the package in Kelly's unresisting hand, looked up into his averted face and said simply:

After that she hurried Rex up the steep ridge much faster than she had gone down it, endangering his bones

"Here's your gun, on this rock. You can come up and get it, if you want to. Andsay! I've got a few broke

horses ranging down here somewhere. VN brand, on left shoulder. I won't scour the hills, very bad, if I

Keith faced toward home, with Redcloud following at his heels like a pet dog. For some reason, which he did

not try to analyze, he was feeling light of heartas though something very nice had happened to him. It

might have been the unexpected clearing up of the mystery of the prairiefire, though he was not dwelling

particularly upon that. He was thinking a great deal more of Beatrice's bluebrown eyes, which had never

been more baffling, so far as he knew. And his blood was still dancing with the smile she had given him; it

hardly seemed possible that a girl could smile just like that and not mean anything.

When he reached the level, where she was waiting for him, he saw that she had her arms around the neck of

her horse, and that she was crying dismally, heartbrokenly, with an abandon that took no thought of his

presence. Keith had never seen a girl cry like that before. He had seen them dab at their eyes with their

handkerchief, and smile the next breathbut this was different. For a minute he didn't quite know what to

do; he could hear the blood hammering against his temples while he stood dumbly watching her. He went

"Don't do that, Miss Lansell! The fellow isn't worth it. He's only living the life he chose for himself, and he

doesn't mind, not half as much as you imagine. I know how you feelI felt sorry for him myselfbut he

doesn't deserve it, you know." He stopped; not being able, just at the moment, to think of anything more to

say about Kelly. Beatrice, who had not been thinking of Kelly at all, but remorsefully of a fellow she had

"Don'tdon't cry like that! IMiss LansellTrixdarling!" Keith's selfcontrol snapped suddenly, like a

rope when the strain becomes too great. He caught her fiercely in his arms, and crushed her close against him.

"Trixie, if you must cry, I wish you'd cry for me. I'm about as miserable a manI want you so! God made

you for me, and I'm starving for the feel of your lips on mine." Then Keith, who was nothing if not daring,

once he was roused, bent and kissed her without waiting to see if he mightand not only once, but several

Beatrice made a halfhearted attempt to get free of his arms, but Keith was not a foolhe held her closer,

"I think you might call me Keith," he cut in. "You've got to begin some time, and now is as good a time as

"Youyou're taking a good deal for granted," she said, wriggling unavailingly in his arms.

"A man's got to, with a girl like you. You're so used to turning a fellow down I believe you'd do it just from

"Yes, 'indeed.'" He mimicked her tone. "I want you. I want you! I wanted you long before I ever saw you.

And so I'm not taking any chancesI didn't dare, you see. I just had to take you first, and ask you

Beatrice laughed a little, with tears very close to her lashes, and gave up. What was the use of trying to resist

this masterful fellow, who would not even give her a chance to refuse him? She did not know quite how to

say no to a man who did not ask her to say yes. But the queer part, to her, was the feeling that she would have

hated to say no, anyway. It never occurred to her, till afterward, that she might have stood upon a pedestal of

offended dignity and cried, "Unhand me, villain!"and that, if she had, Keith would undoubtedly have

complied instantly. As it was, she just laughed softly, and blushed a good deal.

"I believe mama is right about you, after all," she said wickedly. "At heart, you're a bold highwayman "

"Maybe. I know I'd not stand and see some other fellow walk off with my Heart's Desire, without putting up a

fight. It did look pretty blue for me, though, and I was afraidbut it's all right now, isn't it? Possession is

nine points in law, they say, and I've got you now! I'm going to keep you, too. When are you going to come

"Dear me!" said Beatrice, snuggling against his shoulder, and finding it the best place in the world to be. "I

never said I was going to take charge at all!" Then the impulse of confession seized her. "Will you hate me, if

"I expect I will," Keith assented, his eyes positively idolatrous. "What is it, girlie?"

"Well, Iit was Dick's fault; I never would have thought of such a thing if he hadn't goaded me into

itbutwell, I was going to make you propose, on a wager" The brown head of Beatrice went down out

"I know." Keith held her closer than ever. "Dick rode over and told me that day. And I wasn't going to give

you a chance, missy. If you hadn't started to cry, here Oh! what's the use? You didn't refuse meand

Beatrice intimated that there was no immediate danger of such a thing happening.

"You see, Dick and I felt that you belonged to me, by rights. I fell in love with a picture of you, that you sent

himthat one taken in your graduation gownand I told Dick I was going to take the next train East, and

carry you off by force, if I couldn't get you any other way. But Dick thought I'd stand a better show to wait

till he'd coaxed you out here. We had it all fixed, that you'd come and find a prairie knight that was ready to

fight for you, and he'd make you like him, whether you wanted to or not; and then he'd keep you here, and

we'd all be happy ever after. And Dick would pull out of the Northern Pooland of course you wouldand

we'd have a company of our own. Oh! we had some great castles built out here on the prairie, let me tell you!

And then, when you finally came here, you had milord tagging alongand you thinking you were in love

with him! Maybe you think I wasn't shaky, girlie! The air castles got awfully wobbly, and it looked like they

were going to cave in on us. But I was bound to stay in the game if I could, and Dick did all he could to get

you to looking my wayand it's all right, isn't it, Trixie?" Keith kept recurring to the ecstatic realization that

"I never dreamedDick never even mentioned you in any of his letters," she said, in a rather dazed tone.

"And when I came he made me believe you were a horrible flirt, and I never can resist the temptation to

"And take a fall out of a male flirt," Keith supplemented. "Dick," he went on sententiously and slangily, "was

dead onto his job." After that he helped her into the saddle, and they rode blissfully homeward.

Near the ranch they met Dick, who pulled up and eyed them anxiously at first, and then with a broad smile.

Keith came to the rescue promptly, just as a brave knight should. "You," he retorted. "But I tell you right

now, he won't very long. You're going to do the decent thing and give him to Trixiefor a wedding present."

"Before long, dear, we shall get on the great ship, and ride across the large, large ocean, and be at home. You

will be delighted to see Peggy, and Rupert, and the dogs, won't you, dear?" Miss Hayes, her cheeks actually

getting some color into them at the thought of going home, buttered a fluffy biscuit for her idol.

Dorman took two bites while he considered. "Rupert'll want my little wheels, for my feet, what Mr. Cam'ron

gave mebut he can't have 'em, dough. I 'spect he'll be mad. I wonder what'll Peggy say bout my two

puppies. I've got to take my two puppies wis me. Will dey get sick riding on de water, auntie? Say, will dey?"

"II think not, dear," ventured his auntie cautiously. His auntie was a conscientious woman, and she knew

"Be'trice will help me take care of dem if dey're sick," he remarked comfortably.

Then something in his divinity's face startled his assurance. "You's going wis us, isn't you, Be'trice? I want

you to help take care of my two puppies. Martha can't, 'cause she slaps dere ears. Is you going wis us,

This, at the dinner table, was, to say the least, embarrassingespecially on this especial evening, when

Beatrice was trying to muster courage to give Sir Redmond the only answer it was possible to give him now.

It was an open secret that, in case she had accepted him, the homegoing of Miss Hayes would be delayed a

bit, when they would all go together. Beatrice had overheard her mother and Miss Hayes discussing this

possibility only the day before. She undertook the impossible, and attempted to head Dorman off.

"Perhaps you'll see a whale, honey. The puppies never saw a whale, I'm sure. What do you suppose they'd

"You'd have to hold them up high, you know, so they could see, and show them just where to look, and"

Beatrice sent a quick, despairing glance around the table. Four pairs of eyes were fixed upon her with varying

degrees of interest and anxiety. The fifth pairDick'swere trying to hide their unrighteous glee by glaring

down at the chicken wing on his plate. Beatrice felt a strong impulse to throw something at him. She gulped

and faced the inevitable. It must come some time, she thought, and it might as well be nowthough it did

seem a pity to spoil a good dinner for every one but Dick, who was eating his with relish.

Sir Redmond's teeth went together with a click, and he picked up the pepper shaker mechanically and

peppered his salad until it was perfectly black, and Beatrice wondered how he ever expected to eat it. Mrs.

Lansell dropped her fork on the floor, and had to have a clean one brought. Miss Hayes sent a frightened

"Why, Be'trice? I wants you toand de puppies'll need youand auntie, and" Dorman gathered himself

It was Mrs. Lansell's turn to test the exquisite torture of that prickly chill along the spine. Like Beatrice, she

"Little boys," she announced weakly, "should not speak until they're spoken to."

"Can't she go, gran'mama? Say, can't she? Tell Be'trice to go home wis us, gran'mama!"

"Beatrice"Mrs. Lansell swallowed"is not a little child any longer, Dorman. She is a woman and can do

Dorman gave a squeal of triumph. "See? You can go, Be'trice! Gran'mama says you can go. You will go,

"I wantBe'triceto goo!" Dorman slid down upon his shoulder blades, gave a squeal which was not

"Dorman sit up!" commanded his auntie. "Dorman, stop, this instant! I'm ashamed of you; where is my good

Sir Redmond seemed glad of the chance to do something besides sit quietly in his place and look calm. He

got up deliberately, and in two minutes, or less, Dorman was in the woodshed with him, making sounds that

Beatrice left the table hurriedly to escape the angry eyes of her mother. The sounds in the woodshed had died

to a subdued sniffling, and she retreated to the front porch, hoping to escape observation. There she nearly ran

against Sir Redmond, who was staring off into the dusk to where the moon was peering redly over a black

She would have slipped back into the house, but he did not give her the chance. He turned and faced her

steadily, as he had more than once faced the Boers, when he knew that before him was nothing but defeat.

Sir Redmond, looking into her eyes, wondered why those muchvaunted sharpshooters, the Boers, had

"I don't suppose it matters much nowbut will you tell me why? I believed you would decide differently."

"Because" Beatrice faced the moon, which threw a soft glow upon her face, and into her wonderful, deep

eyes a golden light. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Redmond! But you see, I didn't know. II just learned today what it

means toto love. II am going to stay here. A new companyis about to be formed, Sir Redmond. The

Maltese Cross and theTriangle Barare going to cast their lot together." The golden glow deepened and

darkened, and blended with the red blood which flushed cheek and brow and throat.

It took Sir Redmond a full minute to comprehend. When he did, he breathed deep, shut his lips upon words

Beatrice watched him stride away into the dusky silence, and her heart ached with sympathy for him. Then

she looked beyond, to where the lights of the Cross ranch twinkled joyously, far down the coulee, and the

sweet egotism of happiness enfolded her, shutting him out. After that she forgot him utterly. She looked up at

the moon, sailing off to meet the stars, smiled goodfellowship and then went in to face her mother.