"Guess being the narrator you must let me take my time."
She smiled up into her companion's eagle face.
"The horse is a mile or so further up towards the foothills. Come along."
They galloped side by side over the moist, springy grass—moist with the recently-melted snow. "Lord" Bill was content to wait her pleasure. Suddenly the man brought his horse up with a severe "yank."
"What's up?" The girl's beautiful eyes were fixed upon the ground with a peculiar instinct. Bill pointed to the ground on the side furthest from his companion.
"Look!"
Jacky gazed at the spot indicated.
"The tracks of the horse," she said sharply.
She was on the ground in an instant and inspecting the hoof-prints eagerly, with that careful study acquired by experience.
"Well?" said the other, as she turned back to her horse.