“Didn’t you see my rifle?”

“Just now––yes. What’s it for?”

“You’ll see.”

“Diana of Thunder Mountain, eh? Well, I’m ready to admit you’re some huntress. But deer! That’s another thing.”

The color flooded her cheeks.

“Cousin Seth taught me to shoot,” she answered, turning her face away. “I killed a deer on Mount Avalanche.”

“But where did Cousin Seth learn to shoot? The last time he––”

“Please, Philip!”

“Well, when you’ve brought down your deer, what will you do with it?”

The color deserted her face at that.