And, by the way, Ellie, what are _you_ doing here--a stranger ?" "I'm earning my bread by the sweat of my brow," I told her plainly.

"I'm a cowboy--a would-be, I suppose I should say." She looked up at me horrified.

"Have you--lost--your millions ?" she wanted to know.

Edith Loroman was always a straightforward questioner, at any rate.
"The millions," I told her, laughing, "are all right, I believe.

Dad has a cattle-ranch in this part of the world, and he sent me out here to reform me.