Next Ellen espied a black horse they had evidently brought with them.

Her father was holding a rope halter.

At once the black horse struck Ellen as being a beauty and a thoroughbred.
"Ellen, heah's a horse for you," said Jorth, with something of pride.
"I made a trade.

Reckon I wanted him myself, but he's too gentle for me an' maybe a little small for my weight." Delight visited Ellen for the first time in many days.

Seldom had she owned a good horse, and never one like this.
"Oh, dad!" she exclaimed, in her gratitude.
"Shore he's yours on one condition," said her father.
"What's that ?" asked Ellen, as she laid caressing hands on the restless horse.
"You're not to ride him out of the canyon." "Agreed....