"And he'd be grand to you.

You see, he'd have an eye for Wildfire." The rider nodded his head as if he understood how that would be.
"And of course you'd never sell nor trade Wildfire ?" went on Lucy.
The rider's smile was sad, but it was conclusive.
"Then you'd better stay away from Bostil," returned Lucy, shortly.
He remained silent, and Lucy, busy about the campfire, did not speak again till the simple fare was ready.

Then she spread a tarpaulin in the shade.
"I'm pretty hungry myself," she said.

"But I don't suppose I know what hunger is." "After a while a fellow loses the feelin' of hunger," he replied.

"I reckon it'll come back quick....