Welland."
"Wait until to-morrow. She is resting."
A shade of disappointment crossed his face. "All right," he agreed. "I
wanted to tell her that her messages got off all right."
"I'll tell her when I go back."
"That'll be just as well," he answered reluctantly. "How is she
feeling?"
"Exhausted. She's been under severe strain."
"Oughtn't she to have a doctor? I could ride--"
"She won't listen to it. And I think her head is all right now. But she
ought to have complete rest for several days."
"Well, I'm likely to be busy enough," he said simply. "The schedule is
all shot to pieces, and, unless this rain lets up, we'll have more track
out. What do you think of it?"
Miss Van Arsdale looked up through the thrashing pines to the rush of
the gray-black clouds. "I think we're in for a siege of it," was her
pronouncement.
They rode along single file in the narrow trail until they emerged into
the open. Then Banneker's horse moved forward, neck and neck with the
other. Miss Van Arsdale reined down her uneasy roan.
"Ban."
"Yes?"
"Have you ever seen anything like her before?"
"Only on the stage."
She smiled. "What do you think of her?"
"I hardly know how to express it," he answered frankly, though
hesitantly. "She makes me think of all the poetry I've ever read."
"That's dangerous. Ban, have you any idea what kind of a girl she is?"
"What kind?" he repeated. He looked startled.
"Of course you haven't. How should you? I'm going to tell you."
"Do you know her, Miss Camilla?"
"As well as if she were my own sister. That is, I know her type. It's
common enough."
"It can't be," he protested eagerly.
"Oh, yes! The type is. She is an exquisite specimen of it; that's all.
Listen, Ban. Io Welland is the petted and clever and willful daughter of
a rich man; a very rich man he would be reckoned out here. She lives in
a world as remote from this as the moon."
"Of course. I realize that."
"It's well that you do. And she's as casual a visitant here as if she
had floated down on one moonbeam and would float back on the next."
"She'll have to, to get out of here if this rain keeps up," observed the
station-agent grimly.
"I wish she would," returned Miss Van Arsdale.
"Is she in your way?"
"I shouldn't mind that if I could keep her out of yours," she answered
bluntly.
Banneker turned a placid and smiling face to her. "You think I'm a fool,
don't you, Miss Camilla?"
"I think th
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