There was no hint of awkwardness when the girl buckled the belt about her waist and settled the holster in its place at her hip.
"You will be careful, won't you, dear," said the woman, earnestly.
Lifting her face for another good-by kiss, the girl answered, "Of course, dear mother heart." Then, with a laugh--"I'll agree to shoot the first man I meet, and identify him afterwards--if it will make you easier in your mind.

You won't worry, will you ?" Myra Willard smiled.

"Not a bit, child.

I know how Brian Oakley loves you, and he says that he has no fear for you if you are armed.

He takes great chances himself, that man, but he would send us back to Fairlands, in a minute, if he thought you were in any danger in your rambles." Beside the roaring Clear Creek, Sibyl seated self upon a great boulder--her rod and flies neglected--apparently unmindful of the purpose that had brought her to the stream.