Lucy endeavored to read, but her mind continually wandered back to the adventure of the day.
Next morning she had difficulty in concealing her impatience, but luck favored her.

Bostil was not in evidence, and Farlane, for once, could spare no more time than it took to saddle Sage King.

Lucy rode out into the sage, pretty sure that no one watched her.
She had hidden the packs near the tallest bunch of greasewood along the trail; and when she halted behind it she had no fear of being seen from the corrals.

She got the packs.

The light one was not hard to tie back of the saddle, but the large one was a very different matter.