mind now was more at ease than it had been since the day of horror
when she had first stared black tragedy in the face. She was passing
through that phase of calm elation which follows close upon the heels
of a great resolve. She had not yet come to the actual surmounting of
the obstacles that would squeeze hope from the heart of her; she had
not yet looked upon the possibility of absolute failure.

She was going to buy back the Lazy A from her Uncle Carl, and she was
going to tear away that atmosphere of emptiness and desolation which it
had worn so long. She was going to prove to all men that her father
never had killed Johnny Croft. She was going to do it! Then life
would begin where it had left off three years ago. And when this
deadening load of trouble was lifted, then perhaps she could do some of
the glorious, great things she had all of her life dreamed of doing.
Or, if she never did the glorious, great things, she would at least
have done something to justify her existence. She would be content in
her cage if she could go round and round doing things for dad.

A level stretch of country lay at the foot of the long bluff, which
farther along held the Lazy A coulee close against its rocky side. The
high ridges stood out boldly in the moonlight, so that she could see
every rock and the shadow that it cast upon the ground. Little,
soothing night noises fitted themselves into her thoughts and changed
them to waking dreams. Crickets that hushed while she passed them by;
the faint hissing of a half-wakened breeze that straightway slept upon
the grasses it had stirred; the sleepy protest of some bird which
Pard's footsteps had startled.

She came into Lazy A coulee, half fancying that it was a real
home-coming. But when she reached the gate and found it lying flat
upon the ground away from the broad tread of the picture-people's
machine, her mind jarred from dreams back to reality. From sheer habit
she dismounted, picked up the spineless thing of stakes and barbed
wire, dragged it into place across the trail, and fastened it securely
to the post. She remounted and went on, and a little of the
hopefulness was gone from her face.

"I'll just about have to rob a bank, I guess," she told herself with a
grim humor at the tremendous undertaking to which she had so calmly
committed herself. "This is what dad would call a man-sized job, I
reckon." She pulled up in the white-lighted trail and stared along the