nd swift."

"Don't believe I could give no satisfaction, Doc. But there's that Hiram
mule, he's a high class artist. You might back up to him."

"No use being kicked, Billy, by something that wouldn't appreciate it,"
said Martin.

"Don't guess that way, Doc. He's an ornery cuss, he'd appreciate it all
right, that old mule. But Doc, what's eatin' you?"

"Oh, nothing, Billy, except that I'm an ass, an infernal ass."

"An ass, eh? Then I guess I couldn't give you no satisfaction. You
better try that mule."

"Well, Billy, the horses at two," said the doctor briskly, "the broncho
and that dandy little pinto."

"All serene, Doc. Hope you'll have a good time. Brace up, Doc, it's
comin' to you." Billy's wink conveyed infinitely more than his words.

"Look here, Billy, you cut that all out," said the doctor.

"All right, Doc, if that's the way you feel. You'll see no monkey-work
on me. I'll make a preacher look like a sideshow."

And truly Billy's manner was irreproachable as he stood with the ponies
at the hotel door and helped their riders to mount. There was an almost
sad gravity in his demeanor that suggested a mind preoccupied with
solemn and unworldly thoughts with which the doctor and his affairs had
not even the remotest association.

As Cameron who, with his wife, watched their departure from the balcony
above, waved them farewell, he cried, "Keep your eyes skinned for an
Indian, Martin. Bring him in if you find him."

"I've got no gun on me," replied the doctor, "and if I get sight of him,
you hear me, I'll make for the timber quick. No heroic captures for me
this trip."

"What is all this about the Indian, Dr. Martin?" inquired the girl at
his side as they cantered down the street.

"Didn't your brother tell you?"

"No."

"Well, I've done enough to you with that Indian already to-day."

"To me?"

"Didn't I like a fool frighten you nearly to death with him?"

"Well, I was startled. I was silly to show it. But an Indian to an Old
Country person familiar with Fenimore Cooper, well--"

"Oh, I was a proper idiot all round this morning," grumbled the doctor.
"I didn't know what I was doing."

The brown eyes were open wide upon him.

"You see," continued the doctor desperately, "I'd looked forward to
meeting you for so long." The brown eyes grew wider. "And then to think
that I actually didn't know you."

"You didn't look at me," cried Moira.

"No, I was looking for the girl I saw that day, alm