"Wildfire?"
"That's the red stallion's name."
"Oh, he's named already?"
"I named him—long ago. He's known on many a range."
"Where?"
"I think far north of here. I—trailed him—days—weeks—months. We crossed the great canyon—"
"The Grand Canyon?"
"It must be that."
"The Grand Canyon is down there," said Lucy, pointing. "I live on it.... You've come a long way."
"Hundreds of miles! ... Oh, the ground I covered that awful canyon country! ... But I stayed with Wildfire. An' I put a rope on him. An' he got away.... An' it was a boy—no—a GIRL who—saved him for me—an' maybe saved my life, too!"