"Is—is it over?"
And there sat Elizabeth the Indomitable with her face buried in her hands like a girl of sixteen!
"Of course it's over," said Vance, wondering profoundly.
She seemed to dread to look up. "And—Terence?"
"He's all right. Ever hear of a horse that could get that young wildcat out of the saddle? He clings as if he had claws. But—where did he get that red devil?"
"Terence ran him down—in the mountains—somewhere," she answered, speaking as one who had only half heard the question. "Two months of constant trailing to do it, I think. But oh, you're right! The horse is a devil! And sometimes I think—"
She stopped, shuddering. Vance had returned to the ranch only the day before after a long absence. More and more, after he had been away, he found it difficult to get in touch with things on the ranch. Once he had been a necessary part of the inner life. Now he was on the outside. Terence and Elizabeth were a perfectly completed circle in themselves.
CHAPTER 3
"If Terry worries you like this," suggested her brother kindly, "why don't you forbid these pranks?"
She looked at him as if in surprise.