Pollock Hampton's voice. "We saw your horses
and thought we'd catch you picnicking. Got a fire going, too! Say,
that's bully. Come ahead, Marcia."

Marcia, a long riding-habit gathered in one hand, her cheeks flushed
with her ride, her eyes bright as they rested upon the tall form in the
doorway, came on behind Hampton. As the eyes of the two girls met, a
sudden hot flush flooded Judith's cheeks. She hated herself for it;
she wondered just how red her eyes were.

"Say, Judith," called Hampton, "I'm glad as the dickens we found you.
Sawyer, the sheriff, telephoned just now. Said to tell you he'd
located Quinnion. The funny part of it is that we made a mistake. It
wasn't Quinnion at all that tried to shoot you and Bud up the other
night."

"How's that?" demanded Lee. "Who says it wasn't?"

"Sawyer. Found Quinnion at a sheepman's place thirty or forty miles
north of here. The sheepman swore Quinnion had been with him two
weeks, was with him that night."

"A sheepman _can_ lie," grunted Lee.

Judith's brief moment of confusion passed, she ushered Marcia into the
cabin. True to her promise, Miss Langworthy, though she flashed a
quick look toward Lee, did not speak to him. He found himself flushing
quite as hotly as Judith had done.

"We've just finished our lunch," Judith was saying. "And we've left
you half of our coffee."

"I've been simply dying to see this place!" cried Marcia impetuously.
"I told Pollock that it was a sure sign he didn't love me any more if
he wouldn't bring me. And you and--and one of the men," her eyes on
Judith's, "actually were in here, being shot at! Judith, dear, you are
just the bravest girl in the world. If I'd been here I'd have simply
died. I know I would."

Perhaps she would. At any rate she shuddered delightfully. She found
a bullet-hole in the door and put a pink forefinger into it, giving a
second little shiver. She managed to keep her back full upon Lee.

"Oh, by the way," said Hampton, busy opening the parcel of lunch they
had brought with them, "Marcia's heard all about you, Bud. You said
you wanted to meet Lee, Marcia. Well, here he is, tall and handsome in
a devilish reckless way, looking at the dimple at the back of your
neck. Miss Langworthy, Mr. Lee. Judith, that coffee smells good!"

"You are a naughty little boy, Pollock," said Miss Langworthy coolly.
Nevertheless she turned smiling to Lee and put out her hand to him.
"Mr. Hampton really ma