“I have a last name,” he chuckled.
“What?” Ruth gasped. “Isn’t Royal——”
“That is what I was christened. Phelps is the rest of it—Royal Phelps.”
“I knew it! I felt it!” declared Ruth, stopping in the trail and making the pony stop, too. “You are Edith Phelps’ brother. I was puzzled as I could be, for I believed, since the first day I met you, that must be so and that she had been with you at that cabin.”
“Why,” he asked curiously, “how did you come to know my sister?”
“Go to college with her,” said Ruth, shortly, and moving on again. “And she was on the train with us coming West.”
“And you did not know where she was coming? Of course not! It was a secret.”
“She knew where we were coming,” said Ruth, briefly.
“Then you’re not a movie actress?”
“I’m a freshman at Ardmore. But I do act—once in a while. There are a party of us girls from Ardmore, with one of the teachers, roughing it at Freezeout Camp. The movie people are there, too. We are acquainted with them.”