11/25 Hullo! what's thet shootin' up behind the ridge ?" "No more 'n Buckles with Lucy makin' him run some," replied Holley, with a dry laugh. Lord! look at him come!" Bostil's anger and anxiety might never have been. The light of the upland rider's joy shone in his keen gaze. The slope before him was open, and almost level, down to the ridge that had hidden the missing girl and horse. Buckles was running for the love of running, as the girl low down over his neck was riding for the love of riding. |