"Please send for her at once, then, and ask her to come to-day."

"All right. I'll send one of the boys right away."

"How did y'u leave 'Frisco, ma'am?" asked Mac, by way of
including himself easily.

"He's resting quietly. Unless blood-poisoning sets in they ought
all to do well."

"It's right lucky for them y'u happened along. This is the hawss
corral, ma'am," explained the young man just as Morgan opened his
thin lips to tell her.

Judd contrived to get rid of him promptly. "Slap on a saddle,
Mac, and run up the remuda so Miss Messiter can see the hawsses
for herself," he ordered.

"Mebbe she'd rather ride down and look at the bunch," suggested
the capable McWilliams.

As it chanced, she did prefer to ride down the pasture and look
over the place from on horseback. She was in love with her ranch
already. Its spacious distances, the thousands of cattle and the
horses, these picturesque retainers who served her even to the
shedding of an enemy's blood; they all struck an answering echo
in her gallant young heart that nothing in Kalamazoo had been
able to stir. She bubbled over with enthusiasm, the while Morgan
covertly sneered and McWilliams warmed to the untamed youth in