y hot in church. Chief Washakie
went to sleep, and so did a corporal; but Lin McLean sat in the same
alert position till Miss Stone pulled him and asked if he intended to
sit down through the hymn. Then church was out. Officers, Indians, and
all the people dispersed through the great sunshine to their dwellings,
and the cow-puncher rode beside Sabina in silence.

"What are you studying over, Mr. McLean?" inquired the lady, after a
hundred yards.

"Did you ever taste steamed Duxbury clams?" asked Lin, absently.

"No, indeed. What's them?"

"Oh, just clams. Yu' have drawn butter, too." Mr. McLean fell silent
again.

"I guess I'll be late for settin' the colonel's table. Good-bye," said
Sabina, quickly, and swished her whip across the pony, who scampered
away with her along the straight road across the plain to the post.

Lin caught up with her at once and made his peace.

"Only," protested Sabina, "I ain't used to gentlemen taking me out
and--well, same as if I was a collie-dog. Maybe it's Wind River
politeness."

But she went riding with him up Trout Creek in the cool of the
afternoon. Out of the Indian tepees, scattered wide among the flat
levels of sage-brush, smoke rose thin and gentle, and vanished. They
splashed across the many little running channels which lead water
through that thirsty soil, and though the range of mountains came no
nearer, behind them the post, with its white, flat buildings and green
trees, dwindled to a toy village.

"My! but it's far to everywheres here," exclaimed Sabina, "and it's
little you're sayin' for yourself to-day, Mr. McLean. I'll have to do
the talking. What's that thing now, where the rocks are?"

"That's Little Wind River Canyon," said the young man. "Feel like goin'
there, Miss Stone?"

"Why, yes. It looks real nice and shady like, don't it? Let's."

So Miss Stone turned her pony in that direction.

"When do your folks eat supper?" inquired Lin.

"Half-past six. Oh, we've lots of time! Come on."

"How many miles per hour do you figure that cayuse of yourn can travel?"
Lin asked.

"What are you a-talking about, anyway? You're that strange to-day," said
the lady.

"Only if we try to make that canyon, I guess you'll be late settin' the
colonel's table," Lin remarked, his hazel eyes smiling upon her. "That
is, if your horse ain't good for twenty miles an hour. Mine ain't, I
know. But I'll do my best to stay with yu'."

"You're the teasingest man--" said Miss