"I'll come back whenever you say."
Florence rolled down her sleeves and sighed with assumed regret. "I ought to stay here and work."
"I'll help you when we come back, if you like."
"Very well." She said it hesitatingly.
"All right. I'll get your horse ready for you."
Scotty watched them peculiarly, Molly doubtfully, as they rode out of the ranch yard; but neither made any comment, and they moved away in silence.
"That's an odd looking pony you've got there," remarked the girl critically, when they had turned into the half-beaten trail which led south. "How does it happen you're on him instead of the other?"
Ben patted the smooth neck before him, and the pony twitched his ears appreciatively.
"Buckskin and I had the misfortune not to meet until lately. We just got acquainted a few days ago."
The girl glanced at her companion quickly and caught the look upon his face.