boot with her whip, and laughing. Helen, who had stood very
close to a great happiness, now shivered as though the day had turned
cloudy and cold. But she was still Helen Longstreet, her pride an
essential portion of the fibre of her being. Because she was hurt,
because suddenly she hated Sanchia Murray with a hatred which seemed to
sear her heart like a hot iron, she commanded her smile and hid all
traces of agitation and spoke with serene indifference.

'Mr. Howard was telling me of the work on the ranch. Isn't it
interesting?'

'So interesting,' laughed Sanchia, 'that no doubt the heartless
vagabond forgot to mention that he had just left me and that I had sent
word by him that I was coming?'

'I don't believe you did say anything about it, did you?' Helen's
level regard was for Howard now; the red of anger still flared under
his tan and looked as much like guilt as anything else. 'Although,'
and again she glanced carelessly toward the trim form on the white
mare's back, 'we were speaking of you only a moment ago.'

If Sanchia understood that nothing complimentary had been spoken of her
she kept the knowledge her own.

'We just had a little visit together in the mining-camp,' she said,
veiling the look she bestowed upon Howard so that one might make
anything he pleased of it. 'Alan knows he'd better always run in and
see me first when he's been away for ten days at a stretch; don't you,
Boy?'

For Howard the moment was nothing less than a section of purgatory. He
was no fine hand to deal with women; he stood utterly amazed at
Sanchia's words and Sanchia's attitude. He had not learned the trick
of saying to a woman, 'You lie.' He had a confused sort of impression
that the two girls were merely and lightly teasing him. But having
eyes that were keen and a brain which, though a plain-dealing man's,
was quick, he understood that somehow there was a stern seriousness
under all of this seeming banter. Single-purposed he turned to Helen;
bluntly he intended to tell how he had seen Sanchia and how he had left
her.

But Helen's quick perception grasped his purpose, and in an anger which
included him as well as herself with Sanchia, she wanted no
explanations. It was enough for her that he had seen Sanchia Murray
first; that he had come direct from her. She left the new bridle and
spurs lying on the ground, passed swiftly by him and as she walked on
said carelessly:

'If you both will excuse me a mome