“Yes.”
He went over to the telephone. So those little maps really belonged to her, he said to himself. What use could she have for such technical drawings? And what was the meaning of his name and the note on one of the drawings?
“Hello!” The barn boss was on the wire. “Send over the horse I brought in last night, will you?” said Nash. “No, only the bridle. The saddle is here. Right away, please.”
He hung up the receiver and turned to his visitor.
“I believe you’re getting tanned,” he said, searching her face critically, thoughtfully.
She laughed. “Really? And in one day? Well, I have to begin some time, don’t I? And if I stay at the ranch for six months I suppose I’ll be as dark as an Indian.”
“Oh, then you’re going to be a permanent visitor?”
She nodded. “Shall I be a welcome one?” she ventured.
“At Camp Forty-seven, yes,” Nash answered.
“Oh, I’m carried away with this wonderful country!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “How much I’ve missed by living all these years in the East! And this aqueduct building is so interesting. You don’t realize how I enjoy watching the work. I should have been a man, I guess. I’d really love to get down with the laborers and mix cement.”