The rabbit had moved, but I sort of remembered how the road had looked along there, and we hunted until we discovered the place.

Dad has driven in after my other luggage to-day--and I believe I must be getting home.

I was only out for a little ride." She thanked him again for the trouble he had taken and rode away.

Lone turned off the trail and, picking his way around rough outcroppings of rock, and across unexpected little gullies, headed straight for the ford across Granite Creek and home.

Brit Hunter's girl, he was thinking, was even nicer than he had pictured her.