Try to stop her, probably,--and fail, as usual! When she went out to where the others were grouped in the shade, she gave no sign of any inner excitement or perturbation.

She went straight up to Burns and waited for his verdict.
"Do I look like Miss Gay ?" she drawled.
The keen eyes of Burns half closed while he studied her.
"No, I can't say that you do," he said after a moment.

"Walk off toward the corrals,--and, say! Mount the sorrel and start off like you were in a deuce of a hurry.

That'll be one scene, and I'd like to see how you do it when you can have your own way about it, and how close up we can make it and have you pass for Gay." "How far shall I ride ?" Jean's eyes had a betraying light of interest.
"Oh--to the gate, maybe.

Can you get a long shot down the trail to the gate, Pete, and keep skyline in the scene ?" Pete moved the camera, fussed and squinted, and then nodded his head.
"Sure, I can.