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She was within two hundred yards of him； still going rapidly； but not
with the same headlong rush as before； when the curly head disappeared in
the sage…brush。 It was up again presently； but she could see that the man
came limping； and so uncertainly that twice he pitched forward to the
ground。 Incautionsly one of his assailants ran forward with a shout the
second time his head went down。 Crack！ The unerring rifle rang out； and
the impetuous one dropped in his tracks。
As she approached； the young woman slowed without stopping； and as
the car swept past Curly Head flung himself in headlong。 He picked
himself up from her feet； crept past her to the seat beyond； and almost
instantly whipped his rifle to his shoulder in prompt defiance of the fire
that was now converged on them。
Yet in a few moments the sound died away； for a voice midway in the
crescent had shouted an amazed discovery：
〃By God； it's a woman！〃
The car skimmed forward over the uneven ground toward the end of
the semicircle； and passed within fifty yards of the second man from the
end； the one she had picked out as the leader of the party。 He was a black；
swarthy fellow in plain leather chaps and blue shirt。 As they passed he
took a long； steady aim。
〃Duck！〃 shouted the man beside her； and dragged her down on the seat
so that his body covered hers。
A puff of wind fanned the girl's cheek。
〃Near thing；〃 her companion said coolly。 He looked back at the
swarthy man and laughed softly。 〃Some day you'll mebbe wish you had
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sent your pills straighter； Mr。 Judd Morgan。〃
Yet a few wheel…turns and they had dipped forward out of range
among the great land waves that seemed to stretch before them forever。
The unexpected had happened； and she had achieved a rescue in the face
of the impossible。
〃Hurt badly？〃 the girl inquired briefly； her dark…blue eyes meeting his
as frankly as those of a boy。
〃No need for an undertaker。 I reckon I'll survive； ma'am；〃
〃Where are you hit？〃
〃I just got a telegram from my ankle saying there was a cargo of lead
arrived there unexpected；〃 he drawled easily。
〃Hurts a good deal； doesn't it？〃
〃No more than is needful to keep my memory jogged up。 It's a sort of a
forget…me…not souvenir。 For a good boy； compliments of Mr。 Jim Henson；〃
he explained。
Her dark glance swept him searchingly。 She disapproved the assurance
of his manner even while the youth in her applauded his reckless
sufficiency。 His gay courage held her unconsenting admiration even while
she resented it。 He was a trifle too much at his ease for one who had just
been snatched from dire peril。 Yet even in his insouciance there was
something engaging； something almost of distinction。
〃What was the trouble？〃
Mirth bubbled in his gray eyes。 〃I gathered； ma'am； that they wanted to
collect my scalp。〃
〃Do what？〃 she frowned。
〃Bump me offsend me across the divide。〃
〃Oh； I know that。 But why？〃
He seemed to reproach himself。 〃Now how could I be so neglectful？ I
clean forgot to ask。〃
〃That's ridiculous；〃 was her sharp verdict。
〃Yes； ma'am； plumb ridiculous。 My only excuse is that they began
scattering lead so sudden I didn't have time to ask many 'Whyfors。' I
reckon we'll just have to call it a Wyoming difference of opinion；〃 he
concluded pleasantly。
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〃Which means； I suppose； that you are not going to tell me。〃
〃I got so much else to tell y'u that's a heap more important；〃 he
laughed。 〃Y'u see； I'm enjoyin' my first automobile ride。 It was certainly
thoughful of y'u to ask me to go riding with y'u； Miss Messiter。〃
〃So you know my name。 May I ask how？〃 was her astonished
question。
He gave the low laugh that always seemed to suggest a private source
of amusement of his own。 〃I suspicioned that might be your name when I
say y'u come a…sailin' down from heaven to gather me up like Enoch。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Well； ma'am； I happened to drift in to Gimlet Butte two or three days
ago； and while I was up at the depot looking for some freight a train
sashaid in and side tracked a flat car。 There was an automobile on that car
addressed to Miss Helen Messiter。 Now； automobiles are awful seldom in
this country。 I don't seem to remember having seen one before。〃
〃I see。 You're quite a Sherlock Holmes。 Do you know anything more
about me？〃
〃I know y'u have just fallen heir to the Lazy D。 They say y'u are a
schoolmarm； but I don't believe it。〃
〃Well； I am。〃 Then； 〃Why don't you believe it？〃 she added。
He surveyed her with his smile audacious； let his amused eyes wander
down from the mobile face with the wild…rose bloom to the slim young
figure so long and supple； then serenely met her frown。
〃 Y'u don't look it。〃
〃 No？ Are you the owner of a composite photograph of the teachers of
the country？〃
He enjoyed again his private mirth。 〃I should like right well to have
the pictures of some of them。〃
She glanced at him sharply； but he was gazing so innocently at the
purple Shoshones in the distance that she could not give him the snub she
thought he needed。
〃You are right。 My name is Helen Messiter；〃 she said； by way of
stimulating a counter fund of information。 For； though she was a young
woman not much given to curiosity； she was aware of an interest in this
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spare； broad…shouldered youth who was such an incarnation of bronzed
vigor。
〃Glad to meet y'u； Miss Messiter；〃 he responded； and offered his firm
brown hand in Western fashion。
But she observed resentfully that he did not mention his own name。 It
was impossible to suppose that he knew no better； and she was driven to
conclude that he was silent of set purpose。 Very well！ If he did not want to
introduce himself she was not going to urge it upon him。 In a businesslike
manner she gave her attention to eating up the dusty miles。
〃Yes； ma'am。 I reckon I never was more glad to death to meet a lady
than I was to meet up with y'u；〃 he continued； cheerily。 〃Y'u sure looked
good to me as y'u come a…foggin' down the road。 I fair had been yearnin'
for company but was some discouraged for fear the invitation had
miscarried。〃 He broke off his sardonic raillery and let his level gaze
possess her for a long moment。 〃Miss Messiter； I'm certainly under an
obligation to y'u I can't repay。 Y'u saved my life；〃 he finished gravely。
〃Nonsense。〃
〃Fact。〃
〃It isn't a personal matter at all；〃 she assured him； with a touch of
impatient hauteur。
〃It s a heap personal to me。〃
In spite of her healthy young resentment she laughed at the way in
which he drawled this out； and with a swift sweep her boyish eyes took in
again his compelling devil…may…care charm。 She was a tenderfoot； but
intuition as well as experience taught her that he was unusual enough to be
one of ten thousand。 No young Greek god's head could have risen more
superbly above the brick…tanned column of the neck than this close…
cropped curly one。 Gray eyes； deep and unwavering and masterful； looked
out of a face as brown as Wyoming。 He was got up with no thought of
effect； but the tigerish litheness； the picturesque competency of him； spake
louder than costuming。
〃Aren't you really hurt worse than you pretend？ I'm sure your ankle
ought to be attended to as soon as possible。〃
〃Don't tell me you're a lady doctor； ma'am；〃 he burlesqued his alarm。
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〃Can you tell me where the nearest ranch house is？〃 she asked；
ignoring his diversion。