suade Bet not to find any problems to solve, we
will have a heavenly time." Shirley had been working hard during the
winter. She was the level headed, business girl. She was always ready
for a good time, but if she were asked to choose, it would be a quiet
one with no great excitement. But Shirley always took things as they
came and enjoyed herself.

Joy Evans was different. Her impatience often made her miss the good
time that was right at hand. Now she was looking forward to her
vacation in the Arizona mountains on Judge Breckenridge's ranch.

"Oh, I'm so glad we're off. I can hardly wait until I see the cowboys.
I think they must be marvelous!"

"Joy, do try to use a little bit of sense. There's nothing remarkable
about a cowboy," Kit Patten, the mountain girl, replied. For Kit had
lived most of her life in Arizona at the head of Lost Canyon, and as
luck would have it, only about half a mile from the ranch belonging to
Judge Breckenridge.

Kit had been away from her home for two years and at present was all
excited about seeing her father and mother.

"What are you looking forward to, Enid?" asked Shirley. "Joy wants to
see the cowboys, I want to rest and Kit wants to see Dad and Ma Patten."

"I want to see what my western home is like. It's so good to have a
home, girls," Enid replied, and the girls gave her a tender smile,
remembering the experiences on Campers' Trail.

"And I suppose Bet wants some wild adventure," teased Joy. "Problems
to solve, great deeds to be done!"

"Oh, I'm not so sure. Maybe I'll be a cowgirl and learn to ride like
Kit, and rope a steer like her friend, Seedy Saunders. There are heaps
of things I'd like to do. I'd like to meet a western bad man that you
read about."

"If you want that, Bet, you'll have to go to the movies. Western bad
men are a thing of the past," Kit answered decidedly. "In the early
days, Lost Canyon was a wild place but now it's the most peaceful spot
in the world."

"Just my luck!" pouted Bet. "I did want to catch a western bad man,
single handed, and turn him over to justice."

The girls laughed. They were each looking forward to something
different, some particular plan or desire of her own, as far apart as
they could possibly be, yet these five girls had bound themselves
together, one for all and all for one.

Two summers ago, Bet Baxter, Joy Evans and Shirley Williams had first
met Kit Patten, the homesick western girl. They had f