. Maybe I had better do it first, and show you. Then you'll get
the idea."

So Jean, with the best intention in the world, saddled Pard, and
wondered what there was about so simple a process that need puzzle any
one. When she had tightened the cinch and looped up the latigo, and
explained to Muriel just what she was doing, she immediately unsaddled
him and laid the saddle down upon its side, with the blanket folded
once on top, and stepped close to the manger.

"If your saddle isn't hanging up, that's the way it should be put on
the ground," she said. "Now you do it. It's easy."

It was easy for Jean, but Muriel did not find it so simple. Jean went
through the whole performance a second time, though she was beginning
to feel that nature had never fitted her for a teacher of young ladies.
Muriel, she began to suspect, rather resented the process of being
taught. In another minute Muriel confirmed the suspicion.

"I think I've got it now," she said coolly. "Thank you ever so much."

Robert Grant Burns returned then, and close behind him rode Gil Huntley
and those other desperados who had helped to brand the calf that other
day. Gil was leading a little sorrel with a saddle on,--Muriel's horse
evidently. Jean had started back to the house and her own affairs, but
she lingered with a very human curiosity to see what they were all
going to do.

She did not know that Robert Grant Burns was perfectly conscious of her
presence even when he seemed busiest, and was studying her covertly
even when he seemed not to notice her at all. Of his company, Pete
Lowry was the only one who did know it, but that was because Pete
himself was trained in the art of observation. Pete also knew why Burns
was watching Jean and studying her slightest movement and expression;
and that was why Pete kept smiling that little, hidden smile of his,
while he made ready for the day's work and explained to Jean the
mechanical part of making moving-pictures.

"I'd rather work with live things," said Jean after a while. "But I
can see where this must be rather fascinating, too."

"This is working with live things, if anybody wants to know," Pete
declared. "Wait till you see Burns in action; handling bronks is easy
compared to--"

"About where does the side line come, Pete?" Burns interrupted. "If
Gil stands here and holds the horse for that close-up saddling--" He
whirled upon Gil Huntley. "Lead that sorrel up here," he commanded.
"