just listen." The wild note of the hound manifestly stirred Bo to irrepressible action.

Snatching up Dale's lighter rifle, she shoved it into her saddle-sheath, and, leaping on the mustang, she ran him over brush and brook, straight down the park toward the place Pedro was climbing.

For an instant Helen stood amazed beyond speech.

When Bo sailed over a big log, like a steeple-chaser, then Helen answered to further unconsidered impulse by frantically getting her saddle fastened.

Without coat or hat she mounted.