Yr loveing father." Lorraine hugged the cat so violently that she choked off a purr in the middle.

"'Don't leave the ranch to-day!' Ket, I believe it's going to be dangerous or something, after all." She dressed quickly and went outside into the sunlight, the cat at her heels, the thrill of that one command filling the gray monotone of the hills with wonderful possibilities of adventure.

Her father had made no objection before when she went for a ride.

He had merely instructed her to keep to the trails, and if she didn't know the way home, to let the reins lie loose on Yellowjacket's neck and he would bring her to the gate.
Yellowjacket's instinct for direction had not been working that day, however.

Lorraine had no sooner left the ranch out of sight behind her than she pretended that she was lost.