She gave him another deliberate glance from her dark eyes—he thought he could feel the warm glow of her body across the distance dividing them—and said,
"The old man might be sending somebody else up with the heifers next time, and then...."
"What then?"
She laughed again with eyes full of mischief, and seemed to prepare to fly.
"Then maybe I'd be missing seeing something," she said, and shot away at a bound.
Victor stood for a moment looking down the glen.
"God, what a girl!" he said. "I've a good mind to go after her."
"I shouldn't if I were you," said Gell. "You know who she is?"
"Who?"
"Bessie Collister."