After all, what was she but the cub of the untamed beast, McKinstry?
He was well out of it! He was not revengeful--but business was business, and he had given them the first chance.
As his figure disappeared behind the buckeyes of the lane, Cressy cast a glance at the declining sun.

She re-entered the house, and went directly to her room.

As she passed the window, she could see her father already remounted galloping towards the tules, as if in search of that riparian "kam" his late interview had disturbed.

A few straggling bits of color in the sloping meadows were the children coming home from school.

She hastily tied a girlish sun-bonnet under her chin, and slipping out of the back door, swept like a lissom shadow along the line of fence until she seemed to melt into the umbrage of the woods that fringed the distant north boundary..