“A-huh! It's the girl!”
“I don't know, but I'm afraid so. An' I won't come.”
“Aw yes, you will—”
Helen rose with beating heart and tingling ears, and moved away out of hearing. She had listened too long to what had not been intended for her ears, yet she could not be sorry. She walked a few rods along the brook, out from under the pines, and, standing in the open edge of the park, she felt the beautiful scene still her agitation. The following moments, then, were the happiest she had spent in Paradise Park, and the profoundest of her whole life.
Presently her uncle called her.
“Nell, this here hunter wants to give you thet black hoss. An' I say you take him.”
“Ranger deserves better care than I can give him,” said Dale. “He runs free in the woods most of the time. I'd be obliged if she'd have him. An' the hound, Pedro, too.”
Bo swept a saucy glance from Dale to her sister.
“Sure she'll have Ranger. Just offer him to ME!”
Dale stood there expectantly, holding a blanket in his hand, ready to saddle the horse. Carmichael walked around Ranger with that appraising eye so keen in cowboys.