Poor little robin in the snow!" he added, and looked back towards Tralee.
As he did so, the man from Slow Down Ranch cantering towards Tralee caught his eye.

"Louise-Orlando," he said musingly; then, with a sudden flick of the reins on his horse's back, he added abruptly, almost sternly, "By the great horn spoons, no!" Thus when his prophecy took concrete form, he revolted from it.

A grave look came into his face..