"Did you see them, darlin'?" begged Nora in an awed tone that brought smiles to the faces of her companions.
"No. I was not sufficiently in tune with nature to see them, especially in daylight."
"Good-night!" muttered Hippy Wingate.
"And what do you think the medium also said?" asked Emma.
"Five dollars, please," laughed Grace.
"She did not. All she would consent to take from me was a dollar, and she said that, if I would come to her twice a week regularly, she would promise that, in a few weeks, I could see the birds as well as she could. But I didn't tell you—what the medium said of even greater importance was that the explanation was that some of my ancestors, far back in the dim shadows of the early hours of the world, were birds of the air. Just think of it, girls! Birds! Flying through the air and—"
"Darting yon and hither," finished Hippy.
"Alors! Let's fly," cried Elfreda Briggs amid a shout of laughter from the Overland Riders.
"So say we all of us," answered Grace, springing up and beginning to pack away her mess kit. "It will be long after dark before we reach Bisbee's Corners."
The girls were still laughing as they rode away, Emma Dean silently resentful, her chin in the air, her face flushed.