“Yes. I’m Mr. Mackenzie’s niece.”
“Major Mackenzie’s daughter?” demanded the man quickly.
“Yes.” She said it with a touch of annoyance, for he looked at her as a man does who has heard of her before. She knew that the story had been bruited far and wide of how she had passed through the hands of the train robbers carrying thirty thousand dollars on her person. She had no doubt that it was in this connection her rescuer had heard of her.
He drew off to one side and called his companion to him.
“Hardman, you ride up to the ranch and tell Leroy I’ve just found Miss Mackenzie wandering around on the desert, lost. Ask him whether I’m to bring her up. She’s played out and can’t travel far, tell him.”
The showman rode on his errand and the other returned to Helen.
“You better light, ma’am. We’ll have to wait here a few minutes,” he explained.
He helped her dismount. She did not understand why it was necessary to wait, but that was his business and not hers. Her roving eyes fell upon the cattle again.
“They are my uncle’s, aren’t they?”
“They were,” he corrected. “Cattle change hands a good deal in this country,” he added dryly.