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She was gazing with a good deal of perseverance at the trail, down the windings of which the others could be seen now and then galloping through the dust, so that their progress was ray Then she looked at Grant unexpectedly, ain

"How about this business of hating each other, and not speaking except to please Aunt Phoebe?" he demanded, with a suddenness which startled hi it, but he hadn't intended to say it until the words spoke the the fool indefinitely?"

"I was not aware that I, at least, was acting the fool," she retorted, with a washed-out pri to try What I've got to say, I prefer to say straight fro each other the bad eye over nothing If we're going to stay on the saht as well be friends What do you say?"

For a ti She was staring at the dust-cloud ahead, and chewing absently at the corner of her under lip, and she kept it up so long that Good Indian began to scowl and call hi any overture whatever But, just as he turned toward her with lips half opened for a bitter sentence, he saw a dimple appear in the cheek next to him, and held back the words

"You toldat hi her reins "You can't expect a girl--"

"I suppose you don't reup by pinching me?" he insinuated with hypocritical reproach, and felt of his arm "If you could see theup her sleeve and displaying a scratch at least an inch in length, and still roughened and red "I suppose you don't re to MURDER me?" she inquired, sweetly triumphant "If you could shoot as well as Jack, I'd have been killed very likely And you'd be in jail this minute," she added, with virtuous solemnity

"But you're not killed, and I' soul about it--not even Aunt Phoebe," Evadna remarked, still painfully virtuous "If I had--"

"She'd have wondered,away down there in the ht," Good Indian finished "I didn't tell a soul, either, for that matter"