I'll tell them," said Columbine.
"Ahuh! Well, if I were you I wouldn't," he replied.
They went down the slope and entered the grove.

It was an open, pretty spot, with grass and wild flowers, and old, bleached logs, half sunny and half shady under the new-born, fluttering aspen leaves.

Wade saw Moore sitting on his horse.

And it struck the hunter significantly that the cowboy should be mounted when an hour back he had left him sitting disconsolately on a log.

Moore wanted Columbine to see him first, after all these months of fear and dread, mounted upon his horse.