Alfred reached her first, laughing, delighted, yet also a little
anxious.

"Holy smoke! But can't he run? Did he bolt on you?"

"No, I called in his ear," replied Madeline.

"So that was it. That's the woman of you, and forbidden fruit.
Flo said she'd do it the minute she was on him. Majesty, you can
ride. See if Flo doesn't say so."

The Western girl came up then with her pleasure bright in her
face.

"It was just great to see you. How your hair burned in the wind!
Al, she sure can ride. Oh, I'm so glad! I was a little afraid.
And that horse! Isn't he grand? Can't he run?"

Alfred led the way up the steep, zigzag trail to the top of the
mesa. Madeline saw a beautiful flat surface of short grass,
level as a floor. She uttered a little cry of wonder and
enthusiasm.

"Al, what a place for golf! This would be the finest links in
the world."

"Well, I've thought of that myself," he replied. "The only
trouble would be--could anybody stop looking at the scenery long
enough to hit a ball? Majesty, look!"