"Joanne, my darling----" A soft hand closed his lips.
"I know, John," she interrupted him softly.

"And I love you so for it, and I'm so proud of you--oh, so proud, John!" He was glad that MacDonald came crashing through the bush then.

Joanne slipped from his arms and ran into the tepee.
In MacDonald's face was a grim and sullen look.
"You missed your chance, all right, Johnny," he growled.

"I found where a horse was tied out there.

The tracks lead to a big slide of rock that opens a break in the west range.