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It happened that the expected newcomer rode into caood iraceful action, a tall lithe figure, she

thought hiularly handsome He wore black soh boots, and long, big-roweled spurs

"How are you-all?" was his greeting

From the talk that ensued between him and the men, Carley concluded

that he must be overseer of the sheep hands Carley knew that Hutter

and Glenn were not interested in cattle raising And in fact they were,

especially Hutter, soe land

by cattle barons of Flagstaff

"When's Ryan goin' to dip?" asked Hutter

"Today or toht to ride over," went on Hutter "Say, Glenn, do you

reckon Miss Carley could stand a sheep-dip?"

This was spoken in a low tone, scarcely intended for Carley, but she had

keen ears and heard distinctly Not improbably this sheep-dip hat

Flo meant as the worst to come Carley adopted a listless posture to

hide her keen desire to hear what Glenn would reply to Hutter

"I should say not!" whispered Glenn, fiercely

"Cut out that talk She'll hear you and want to go"