“Then, perhaps I had better make an effort to make camp.”
“Why, no! It’s only a few miles to the ranch-house. I’ll hoist you up on your pony. The trail’s easy.”
“Whose ranch is it?” he asked, with another suppressed groan.
“Mine—Sunset Ranch.”
“Sunset Ranch! Why, I’ve heard of that. One of the last big ranches remaining in Montana; Isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Almost as big as 101?”
“That’s right,” said Helen, briefly.
“But I didn’t know a girl owned it,” said the other, curiously.
“She didn’t—until lately. My father, Prince Morrell, has just died.”