She took Aleck's hand and shook it warmly, the full admiration in his handsome black eyes setting her blood tingling with that love of conquest that lies in every woman's heart.

So she flung out her flag of war, and smiled back at him her sweetest.
"You have a fine team, I hear," she said, as her aunt moved away to greet some of the other men, who were evidently waiting to get a word with her.
"That I have, you better believe," replied Aleck, proudly.
"It was very clever of Ranald to come so near beating you, wasn't it ?" she said, innocently.

"He must be a splendid driver." "He drives pretty well," admitted Aleck.

"He did nothing else all last winter in the shanties." "He is so young, too," went on Maimie.

"Just a boy, isn't he ?" Aleck was not sure how to take this.