He set the pace, and he set it for speed.

The first mile they went at a sharp gallop that was not far from a run, and the horses were breathing heavily when he pulled up, well out of sight of the town, and turned to the girl.
There was color in her cheeks, and the dullness was gone from her eyes when she returned his glance inquiringly.

The droop of her lips was no longer the droop of a weak yielding to sorrow, but rather the beginning of a brave facing of the future.

Lite managed a grin that did not look forced.
"I'll make a real range hand outa you yet," he announced confidently.
"You remember the roping and shooting science I taught you before you went off to school?
You're going to start right in where you left off and learn all I know and some besides.

I'll make a lady of you yet,--darned if I don't." At that Jean laughed unexpectedly.