WOULD YOU BE A "CHARACTER"?
The sun was still a shimmering white blur in the great arc of sky when Ferguson rode around the corner of the cabin in Bear Flat, halted his pony, and sat quietly in the saddle before the door.

His rapid eye had already swept the horse corral, the sheds, and the stable.

If the horseman that he had seen riding along the ridge had been Radford he would not arrive for quite a little while.

Meantime, he would learn from Miss Radford what direction the young man had taken on leaving the cabin.
Ferguson was beginning to take an interest in this game.

At the outset he had come prepared to carry out his contract.