“A knight of the lariat,” whispered Tavia. “It’s so romantic.”
“I am glad you like it,” said Dorothy, grimly.
“Why! don’t you, Dorothy Dale?”
“I would give a good deal to be back aboard that train with Aunt Winnie.”
“Never!” cried Tavia.
“All right there, ladies?” threw back the “knight” over his shoulder. “There’s the light ahead.”
“Oh! we are perfectly all right,” said Tavia, with assurance.
Dorothy was not at all sure, so she said nothing.
In a few minutes they came to a long, low building. There was a dim light shining through a window in the end of the shack.
The cowboy dropped his pony’s bridle-rein upon the ground and the well-trained animal stood still. The “knight” knocked on the door and at once a fierce voice asked: