She saw no other riders and was glad.
"Wal, Miss Lucy, the King sure looks good," said Farlane, as she jumped off and flung him the bridle.

"He's just had about right, judgin'....
Say, girl, you're all pale! Oh, say, you wasn't scared of the King, now ?" "No," replied Lucy, panting.
"Wal, what's up, then ?" The rider spoke in an entirely different voice, and into his clear, hazel eyes a little dark gleam shot.
"Joel Creech waylaid me out in the sage--and--and tried to catch me." Lucy checked herself.

It might not do to tell how Joel had tried to catch her.
"He did?
An' you on the King!" Farlane laughed, as if relieved.

"Wal, he's tried thet before.

Miss Lucy.