He had been a pioneer in California, and could narrate many a strange tale of fortunes made and fortunes lost in those wild, halcyon days.

He had been a scout too, and a trapper, a silver explorer, and a ranchman.

Wherever stirring adventures were to be had, Jefferson Hope had been there in search of them.

He soon became a favourite with the old farmer, who spoke eloquently of his virtues.

On such occasions, Lucy was silent, but her blushing cheek and her bright, happy eyes, showed only too clearly that her young heart was no longer her own.