ast as you can. I shall
report to my father what I caught you doing." The boy's light blue eyes
blazed angrily.

Jacqueline had reined in her pony and waited. Her temper was not her
strong point, but she replied politely: "I am not spying, Dan Norton; I
wonder why you should think it necessary. I will leave your ranch as
soon as I can get away from it. Will you please show me the trail?"

Jacqueline held her head very high. "Won't you tell me?" she asked
again. "Because we happen to be enemies is no reason why you shouldn't
believe my word." The young girl's tones were gentle, but her face was
white with anger in the gathering dusk. Her firm red lips were pressed
tight together to keep her from saying the things she really felt.

Dan Norton rode closer toward her and for reply struck her pony sharply
with his short riding whip. Tired little Hotspur quivered with pain,
but stood still under his mistress' gentle words.

"Don't do that again, Dan," Jacqueline protested, feeling the hot blood
rush to her face and then leave her cold and still with anger. "There is
not another person in Wyoming who would be so rude to me. But there has
been trouble enough between you and us. I shall not speak of this, but I
shall never be able to forgive you to the longest day I live;" and
Jacqueline's grey eyes looked so proudly and so scornfully into the
boy's that his own dropped.

"Your way's to the left," he muttered. "If you ride quick, you will soon
be on the boundary of your own ranch. Hurry, there is some one else
coming this way."

Jacqueline did not stir. A few minutes before, she would have trotted
off gladly. Now nothing would have induced her to go. She would not run
away from her enemy. Indeed she preferred to explain her presence on his
ranch to Mr. Norton.

In the silence between the two young people another voice entered, but
it was not Mr. Norton's. Some one was singing.

Dan Norton rode hurriedly out of sight and Jacqueline lifted her rifle,
letting it rest in her arm.

"If a body meet a body,
Comin' through the rye;
If a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane they say have--

"Oh!" the song stopped abruptly. The singer threw up both hands and
burst into a merry boyish laugh. "I surrender in the name of--in the
name of most anything, if you will only put down that gun," he declared.
"Who would have thought of meet