Two warm sunny days in early May inclined Mr. Hutter to the opinion that
pleasant spring weather was at hand and that it would be a propitious time
to climb up on the desert to look after his sheep interests. Glenn, of
course, would accompany him.

"Carley and I will go too," asserted Flo.

"Reckon that'll be good," said Hutter, with approving nod.

His wife also agreed that it would be fine for Carley to see the beautiful
desert country round Sunset Peak. But Glenn looked dubious.

"Carley, it'll be rather hard," he said. "You're soft, and riding and lying
out will stove you up. You ought to break in gradually."

"I rode ten miles today," rejoined Carley. "And didn't mind it--much." This
was a little deviation from stern veracity.

"Shore Carley's well and strong," protested Flo. "She'll get sore, but that
won't kill her."

Glenn eyed Flo with rather penetrating glance. "I might drive Carley round
about in the car," he said.

"But you can't drive over those lava flats, or go round, either. We'd have
to send horses in some cases miles to meet you. It's horseback if you go at
all."

"Shore we'll go horseback," spoke up Flo. "Carley has got it all over that