Never lost his trail till I got to your ranch, where I had to circle till I picked it up again." "Stolen--pasture--tracked him up heah ?" echoed Ellen, without any evidence of emotion whatever.

Indeed, she seemed to have been turned to stone.
"Trackin' him was easy.

I wish for your sake it 'd been impossible," he said, bluntly.
"For my sake ?" she echoed, in precisely the same tone, Manifestly that tone irritated Isbel beyond control.

He misunderstood it.

With a hand far from gentle he pushed her bent head back so he could look into her face.
"Yes, for your sake!" he declared, harshly.