The horse she led was limping.
Bryant raised his hat and addressed her.
"Your horse has gone lame, I see.

Can I be of any service to you ?" "I'm afraid not; he acts as if he had strained a tendon," she replied.
"So I'm leading him home.

Our ranch is on Diamond Creek." "But you had a fall! There's blood on your glove." "No, it's not from that," she said, with a shake of her head.
Bryant again remarked the exquisite molding of her face as he had noted it at their first meeting, and her wide brow and clear brown eyes and the fineness of her skin, and her warm, sensitive lips, at this instant moving in the barest tremble imaginable.

She was gazing at him with a curious, troubled look.
"Bring Dick here," Lee bade Dave.
He swiftly untied the ropes and removed tripod, rod, and saddle.

Then he unfastened the hitch of the saddle of the horse the girl led.
"Why, what are you doing ?" she exclaimed.
"Giving you a fresh horse.