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"Oh--Grant," she began perfunctorily, "I'm sorry to trouble you--but do you happen to have an eave a final scrape with his knife, and released the foot, which Keno immediately stamped pettishly into the dust He closed the knife, after wiping the blade upon his trousers leg, and returned it to his pocket before he so lanced toward her

"I ht the saddle-horn, and thrust his toe into the stirrup Fro her under lip between her teeth, and the sight raised his spirits considerably

"Oh, nothing Aunt Phoebe called ave me a bottle of cream, is all I shall have to carry it in my hand, I suppose" She twitched her shoulders, and started Huckleberry off again She had called him Grant, instead of the for to, and he had not see deliberation, but for all that he overtook her before she had gone farther than a few rods, and he pulled up beside her with a decision which caused Huckleberry to stop also; Huckleberry, it must be confessed, was never known to show any reluctance in that direction when his head was turned away from home He stood perfectly still while Good Indian reached out a hand

"I'll carry it--I'ravely

"Oh, but if you must carry it in your hand, I wouldn't drea to wear her Christel look

Good Indian laid hold of the flask, and they stood there stubbornly eying each other

"I thought you wantedharder

"I hter

"Nohat's the use--"

"Just what I was thinking!" Evadna was so impolite as to interrupt hiement of women, but he knew horses, and to his decision he added an aht hin of weakening, he followed up the advantage he had gained

"Let go--because I' to have it anyway, now," he said quietly, and took the flask gently fro, and his sing up to her face She rode meekly beside him at the pace he himself set--which was not rapid, by any lances, and wondered whether he would dare say what he wanted to say--or at least a part of it