s Bartley
closed the book and got to his feet.

"Was you lookin' for Jimmy's address in that there book?" queried
Cheyenne, grinning broadly.

Dorothy flushed and glanced at Bartley, who immediately changed the
subject by calling attention to Cheyenne's hat. Cheyenne also changed
the subject by stating that Jimmy had recently ridden down the trail
toward the ranch--with some horses.

"Then you got your horses?" said Bartley.

"I reckon they're over to the ranch about now."

"Jimmy has been gone all day," said Dorothy. "Aunt Jane is terribly
worried about him."

"Jimmy and me took a little ride in the hills," said Cheyenne casually.
"But you needn't to tell Aunt Jane that Jimmy was with me. It turned out
all right."

"I rode over to your camp to look for Jimmy," said Dorothy, "but Mr.
Bartley had not seen him."

Cheyenne nodded and reined his horse round.

"Why, your shirt is almost ripped from your back!" said Bartley.

"My hoss shied, back yonder, and stepped off into the brush. We kept on
through the brush. It was shorter."

Dorothy mounted her horse, and, nodding farewell to Bartley, accompanied
Cheyenne to the ranch. When they were halfway there, Dorothy, who had
been riding thoughtfully along, saying nothing, turned to her companion:
"Cheyenne, you had trouble up there. You might at least tell _me_ about
it."

"Well, Miss Dorry--" And Cheyenne told her how Jimmy had followed him,
how he had sent Jimmy back, and the unexpected appearance of that young
hopeful in the timber near Sneed's cabin. "I was in there, figurin' hard
how to get my hosses and get away, when, somehow, Jimmy got to the
corral and turned Sneed's stock loose and hazed 'em down the trail. But
where he run 'em to is the joke. I figured he would show up at our camp.
It would be just like him to run the whole bunch into the ranch corral.
And I reckon he done it."

"But, Mr. Sneed!" exclaimed Dorothy. "If he finds out we had anything to
do with running off his horses--"

"He never saw Jimmy clost enough to tell who he was. 'Course, Sneed
knows Aunt Jane is my sister, and most he'll suspicion is that I got
help from _some_ of my folks. But so far he don't know _who_ helped me
turn the trick."

"You don't seem to be very serious about it," declared Dorothy.

"Serious? Me? Why, ain't most folks serious enough without everybody
bein' took that way?"

"Perhaps. But I knew something had happened the minute you rode into
camp."

"So d