As she untied Pronto the hunter came out with Kane at his heels.
"Miss Collie, if you'll go easy I'll ketch my horse an' ride down with you," he said.
She mounted, and walked Pronto out to the trail, and slowly faced the gradual descent.

It was really higher up there than she had surmised.
And the view was beautiful.

The gray, rolling foothills, so exquisitely colored at that hour, and the black-fringed ranges, one above the other, and the distant peaks, sunset-flushed across the purple, all rose open and clear to her sight, so wildly and splendidly expressive of the Colorado she loved.
At the foot of the slope Wade joined her.
"Lass, I'm askin' you not to tell Belllounds that I'm carin' for Wils," he said, in his gentle, persuasive way.
"I won't.

But why not tell dad?
He wouldn't mind.

He'd do that sort of thing himself." "Reckon he would.