Throws down the gauntlet, so to speak." But The Pilot only said, "Don't! How can you ?" Within a week her challenge was accepted, and how fiercely and how gallantly did she struggle to make it good! It was The Duke that brought me the news, and as he told me the story his gay, careless self-command for once was gone.

For in the gloom of the canyon where he overtook me I could see his face gleaming out ghastly white, and even his iron nerve could not keep the tremor from his voice.
"I've just sent up the doctor," was his answer to my greeting.

"I looked for you last night, couldn't find you, and so rode off to the Fort." "What's up ?" I said, with fear in my heart, for no light thing moved The Duke.
"Haven't you heard?
It's Gwen," he said, and the next minute or two he gave to Jingo, who was indulging in a series of unexpected plunges.

When Jingo was brought down, The Duke was master of himself and told his tale with careful self-control.
Gwen, on her father's buckskin bronco, had gone with The Duke to the big plain above the cut-bank where Joe was herding the cattle.

The day was hot and a storm was in the air.