He shared in the herders' wild gallops after stock, and though Clover felt nervous about the risks he ran, whenever she took time to think them over, he was so very happy that she had not the heart to interfere or check his pleasure.
She and Mrs.Hope rode out with the gentlemen on the great day of the round-up, and, stationed at a safe point a little way up the hillside, watched the spectacle,--the plunging, excited herd, the cow-boys madly galloping, swinging their long whips and lassos, darting to and fro to head off refractory beasts or check the tendency to stampede.

Both Clarence and Geoffrey Templestowe were bold and expert riders; but the Mexican and Texan herders in their employ far surpassed them.

The ladies had never seen anything like it.

Phil and his broncho were in the midst of things, of course, and had one or two tumbles, but nothing to hurt them; only Clover was very thankful when it was all safely over.
In their rides and scrambling walks it generally happened that Clarence took possession of Clover, and left Geoff in charge of Mrs.Hope.
Cousinship and old friendship gave him a right, he considered, and he certainly took full advantage of it.

Clover liked Clarence; but there were moments when she felt that she would rather enjoy the chance to talk more with Mr.Templestowe, and there was a look in his eyes now and then which seemed to say that he might enjoy it too.