yed to notice that in place of being embarrassed Sally
evidently rather enjoyed the situation, though several of the
freight-train and station hands had now joined the group of loungers and
were cheering her on. He had already satisfied himself that she had not
a trace of fear. In another moment or two, however, he forgot his slight
sense of disapproval, for Sally, sitting tense and strung up on the
driving seat with a glow in her cheeks and a snap in her eyes, was
wholly admirable. There was lithe grace, strength, and resolution in
every line of her fur-wrapped figure. It is possible that her appearance
would have been less effective in a drawing-room, but in the wagon she
was in her place and in harmony with her surroundings. Lowering sky,
gleaming snow, fur-clad men, and even the big, dingy locomotive, all
fitted curiously into the scene, and she made an imposing central figure
as she contended with the half-tamed team. Hawtrey was conscious of a
tumult of emotion as he watched her.

The struggle with the team lasted for several minutes, during which the
horses plunged and kicked again, until Sally stood boldly erect a moment
while the wagon rocked to and fro. Her tall, straight figure was
commanding and her face with a tress of loosened hair streaming out
beneath her fur cap was glowing with excitement. Again and again she
swung the stinging whip. Then it seemed that the team had had enough,
for as she dropped lightly back into the seat the bronchos broke into a
gallop, and in another moment the wagon, jolting noisily as it bounced
across the track, vanished behind the locomotive. Gregory heard a shout
of acclamation as he turned and hurried after it.

Sally drove right through the settlement and back outside it before she
could check the horses, and she had just pulled them up in front of the
wooden hotel when Hawtrey reached it. He stood beside the wagon holding
up his hand to her, and Sally, who laughed, dropped bodily into his
arms, which was, as he realized, a thing that Agatha certainly would not
have done. He set Sally down upon the sidewalk, and when a man came out
to take the team Hawtrey took her into the hotel.

"It was the locomotive that did it," she explained. "They were most too
scared for anything, but I hate to be beaten by a team. Ours know too
much to try, but I got Haslem to drive me in. I dropped him at Norton's,
who'll bring him on."

"He oughtn't to have left you with them," said Hawtrey se