feminine authority at all."

"That means you like your own way," observed Burke.

She nodded. "Yes. But I don't always get it."

"Are you a good loser?" he said.

She hesitated. "I hope I'm a sportsman. I try to be."

He moved to the horses' heads. "Come and hold this animal for me
while I hobble the other!" he said.

She obeyed him readily. There was something of boyish alertness in
her movements that sent a flicker of approval into the man's eyes.
She drew the horse's head to her breast with a crooning sound.

"He is a bit tricky with strangers," observed Burke, as he led the
other away.

"Oh, not with me!" said Sylvia, "He knows I love him."

When he returned to relieve her of her charge she was kissing the
forehead between the full soft eyes that looked at her with perfect
confidence.

"See!" she said. "We are friends already."

"I shall call you The Enchantress," said Burke. "Will you see if
you can find a suitable spot for a picnic now?"