Striking to the lower level, Cheyenne cut across country to his camp. He
found Bartley leaning comfortably back against a saddle, reading aloud,
and opposite him sat Dorry, so intent upon the reading that she did not
hear Cheyenne until he spoke.

"Evenin', folks! Seen anything of Jimmy?"

"Oh--Cheyenne! No, have you?" It was Dorothy who spoke, as Bartley
closed the book and got to his feet.

"Was you lookin' for Jimmy's address in that there book?" queried
Cheyenne, grinning broadly.

Dorothy flushed and glanced at Bartley, who immediately changed the
subject by calling attention to Cheyenne's hat. Cheyenne also changed
the subject by stating that Jimmy had recently ridden down the trail
toward the ranch--with some horses.

"Then you got your horses?" said Bartley.

"I reckon they're over to the ranch about now."

"Jimmy has been gone all day," said Dorothy. "Aunt Jane is terribly
worried about him."

"Jimmy and me took a little ride in the hills," said Cheyenne casually.
"But you needn't to tell Aunt Jane that Jimmy was with me. It turned out
all right."