"But I won't be comin' over here to see your brother!" "Oh, dear!" she said, "I call that very brazen!" But when he had spurred his pony down through the crossing of the river he had turned to glance back at her.

And he had seen a smile on her face.

As he rode now he went over this conversation many times, much pleased with his own boldness; more pleased because she had not seemed angry with him.
It was late in the morning when he caught sight of the Two Diamond ranch buildings, scattered over a great basin through which the river flowed.

Half an hour later he rode up to the ranchhouse and met Stafford at the door of the office.

The manager waved him inside.
"I'm two days late," said Ferguson, after he had taken a chair in the office.