“Nothing original. Just some words I st-t—I mean, borrowed.”
She fastened back her hair and picked up her hat.
“Don’t put that on!” he exclaimed, making another search under the seat and bringing forth a soft cap. She set it jauntily on her curls.
“How do you feel now? Well enough to ride on?”
“Yes; I am feeling ‘fair and warmer’ every minute.”
When the car started, she relapsed into silence. The sunshine was flooding the treeless hills and mellowing the cool, clean air. Up and down, as far as the eye could follow, which was very far in this land of great distances, the trail sought the big dominant hills that broke the sky-line before them. The outlook was restful, hopeful, fortifying.
“How are you—all right?” he asked presently.
“Perfectly all right. It’s grand up here in all these high spots.”
“Wait until we reach the hills around our ranch,” he boasted. Then he laughed shortly. “I say ‘our.’ I’m only the foreman.”
“What are you going to tell her about me?” she asked curiously, after another silence.