ly. "See you
later."

"So you did bet," Angus observed to his companion as they moved on.

"I told you it was a sound scheme to get back what you lost. I was jolly
right, too. The money is quite at your service if you need it."

"I've raised the money, thanks all the same."

"In the quaint idiom of the country, far be it from me to horn in, but
if I'm not impertinent, how did you do it?"

"Borrowed it on my note."

"Oh, my sacred aunt!" Chetwood groaned. "Now listen to reason, old chap.
Here's this money, just the same as if I'd found what you lost. Take it
and----"

"Cut it out!" Angus interrupted. "That doesn't go."

"What an obstinate beggar you are!" Chetwood observed in disappointment.
"Well, we'll say no more about it, then. Do you know, I fancy the
Frenches have come rather a cropper to-day. Of course, I don't know
anything of their finances, but they were doing some dashed heavy
betting. I fancied Miss French was hard hit."

"So did I," Angus agreed.

"Stood up to it like a major," Chetwood nodded. "Like to see 'em game."

They found Dorgan and Rennie rubbing and sponging the big horse, fussing
over him like two hens with one chick.

"Well, I win me a whole barrel of kale," Dorgan chuckled. "I'll bet them
Frenches will find her a hard winter unless they're well fixed." He eyed
the big chestnut contemplatively for a moment. "And yet, mind you, he
ain't a racin' horse," he said, "and don't you never fool yourself that
he is. He can run now, and he'll always run as long as an eight-day
clock, because he's got the works. But he's a weight carrier, that's
what he is. He's a white man's horse, and I hate like poison to see him
go back to them Lo's. Why don't you buy him? He'd carry your weight, and
you'd be ridin' a real horse."

"I haven't the money," Angus replied regretfully, for in his heart he
had coveted Chief from the time he had first mounted him.

Later, when he had handed over his winnings to Paul Sam, Angus drove
homeward with Jean. The day had been fine, but in the west a blue-black
sky, tinged with copper, bore promise of storm. He sent the team along
at a lively clip to reach home before it should break.

He reflected that it had been a most expensive race for him. He did not
know when he would be able to repay the money he had borrowed. But his
crops were looking well, and his grain was almost ready to cut. His hay
was already in. This year he could pay interest on Braden's mortgage.