Then the mad horseman gave her the idea.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I forgot I hadn't mentioned it.

I'm assigned by _Scribbler's Magazine_ to do an article on 'The Old West, Is It Really Gone ?' and, Mr.Westcott, I think I have a lovely start." A few moments later she thanked Providence for her precaution, for her companion resumed the story of his mining claim.
"It's mighty funny I haven't heard from that partner.

It isn't like him not to answer my wire.

That's why I've waited every night at the depot.

No, it's not like 'Pep,' even if he does take his leisure at the College Club." Miss Donovan's spine tingled at the mention of the name: "Pep," she murmured, trying to be calm.