Rewinding the lariat, she fastened it to the saddle, then swung to the
seat before he could step forward to aid her.

"I hope you will suffer no bad effects from your bath," he said.

"I shall not; but I'm afraid you will. You were in long enough to get
thoroughly chilled. _Adios, señor_."

He called to her before the pony had taken a dozen steps:

"Your handkerchief, _señorita_!"

She turned in the saddle and waited for him to bring it. He did so, and
she noticed that he limped badly.

"You have hurt yourself," she said quickly.

"I must have jammed my knee against a rock," he explained. "Nothing
serious."

"But it pains?"

"Just enough to let me know it's there."

Frowning, she watched him.

"Is it a bruise or a sprain?"

"A wrench, I think. It will be all right if I favor it"