What had she done?
She checked her horse suddenly.
"Perhaps we had better wait for them," she said timidly.
George had not raised his eyes to hers.
"You said you wanted to hurry home," he replied gently, passing his hand along his mustang's velvety neck, "and--and you had something to say to me." "Certainly," she answered, with a faint laugh.

"I'm so astonished at meeting you here.

I'm quite bewildered.

You are living here; you have forsaken us to buy a ranche ?" she continued, looking at him attentively.
His brow colored slightly.
"No, I'm living here, but I have bought no ranche.

I'm only a hired man on somebody else's ranche, to look after the cattle." He saw her beautiful eyes fill with astonishment and--something else.
His brow cleared; he went on, with his old boyish laugh: "No, Miss Carr.