“That’s Uncle Edward—it’s dinner-time—do 238 you want him to find you—you’d better go!”
He stood as though considering.
“All right. When are you going back?”
“We catch the seven train to-morrow afternoon at Santa Eliza.”
“Darn! I’d engaged to take on the five-ten at Las Olivas. I’ve half a notion to change and join you and see what the old man says—”
“No, Bertram, it’s better not. We’ll find a way. Go now!”
“You bet we will—good bye, girlikins!” He made no move to kiss her again; he turned and crashed down the trail.
Eleanor sped up the trail. Safe on the summit of the ridge, her secret hidden behind her, she answered the call. Then she dared look back at the figure vanishing in deep shadow below. Her expression and attitude, soft-eyed and drooping though they were, showed other emotions than unmixed happiness.