Maynard dismounted, slowly, painfully. "I've been wondering about those girls," he said, after the horses were led away. "One is your sister Jennie, of course; but who is the other? She's what the boys would call a 'queen.'"
"You've heard of Andrew J. Brisbane?"
"You mean the erstwhile Senator?"
"Yes; this is his daughter."
"Great Himmel! What is she doing here?"
"She's an artist and is making some studies of Indians."
"I didn't suppose a man of Brisbane's blood and brawn could have a girl as fine as she looks to be."
"Oh, Brisbane has his good points—But come over to the house. Of course the mob gave no further trouble?"
"Not a bit, only the trouble of keeping them in sight; they rode like Jehu. I left the chase to Payne—it was what Cooper used to call a 'stern chase and a long chase.' Your quarters aren't so bad," he added, as they entered the library.
Jennie came in wearing an apron and looking as tasty as a dumpling. "How do you do, Colonel Maynard?" she cried out, most cordially.