"I'm very sure of it, sir."
Mr. Ashe turned away abruptly. Before his eyes swept a vision of the Blue Bonnet ranch—its vast roaming acres; its clear beautiful skies and warm sunshine; of old, lonely Benita, and Uncle Joe. There was ample room there—room that shamed him when he looked at this pitiful wasted bit of humanity dying for the need of what it offered.
He went back to the little cot and touched Blue Bonnet's arm lightly.
"Come, Honey," he said. "I think it's time we were going. We'll see Gabriel again."
CHAPTER XVII
THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS
"Blue Bonnet! Do you really truly mean it?"
Kitty Clark stood before a pile of fluffy, shimmering gowns at Hollander's, her hands clasped ecstatically, her face wreathed in smiles.