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"The first I ever left," he replied, with a shake of the head "But there was such a generous supply ofwas hauntingwhen I woke up," she said, this tiht avoid a rope of wild grapevine that hung close to her side of the trail

And Grahaold-brown hair, at her singing throat, felt the old ache at the heart, the hunger and the yearning The nearness of her was a provocation The sight of her, in her fawn-colored silk corduroy, tormented hi Mountain Lad, swan- diving through forty feet of air,room in the dull-blue dress ofdraperies

"A penny for the His ansas pro: you haven't once mentioned Dick"

"Do you so dislike him?"

"Be fair," he commanded, almost sternly "It is because I like him Otherwise"

"What?" she queried

Her voice was brave, although she looked straight before her at the Fawn's pricking ears

"I can't understand why I reo"

"Why?" she asked, her gaze still on the pricking ears

"Be fair, be fair," he warned "You and I scarcely need speech for understanding"

She turned full upon hi with color, and, without speech, looked at him Her whip-hand rose quickly, half way, as if to press her breast, and half way paused irresolutely, then dropped down to her side But her eyes, he saere glad and startled There was no ladness And he, knowing as it is given soed the bridle rein to his other hand, reined close to her, put his arm around her, drew her till the horses rocked, and, knee to knee and lips on lips, kissed his desire to hers There was no mistake--pressure to pressure, warainst him

The next moment she had torn herself loose The blood had left her face Her eyes were blazing Her riding-whip rose as if to strike him, then fell on the startled Fawn Simultaneously she drove in both spurs with such suddenness and force as to fetch a groan and a leap from the mare