CHAPTER XV.
Wade noticed that after her trying experience with him and Wilson and Belllounds Columbine did not ride frequently.
He managed to get a word or two with her whenever he went to the ranch-house, and he needed only look at her to read her sensitive mind.
All was well with Columbine, despite her trouble.

She remained upheld in spirit, while yet she seemed to brood over an unsolvable problem.

She had said, "But--let what will come!"-- and she was waiting.
Wade hunted for more than lions and wolves these days.

Like an Indian scout who scented peril or heard an unknown step upon his trail, Wade rode the hills, and spent long hours hidden on the lonely slopes, watching with somber, keen eyes.

They were eyes that knew what they were looking for.