Here Glenn was so busy that he had no time to devote to Carley.

And Flo, who was more at home on a horse than on the ground, rode around everywhere with the men.

Most assuredly Carley could not pass by the chance to get off Spillbeans and to walk a little.

She found, however, that what she wanted most was to rest.

The cabin was deserted, a dark, damp place with a rank odor.