"Safe! You don't know Myra Willard! Sibyl, herself, can pick a squirrel out of the tallest pine in the mountains with her six-shooter.

Will and I taught her all we knew, as she grew up.

Besides, you see, I drop in every day or so, to see that they're all right." He laughed meaningly as he added,--to Conrad Lagrange for the artist's benefit,--"I'm going to tell them, though, that Sibyl must be careful how she goes dancing around these hills--now that she has such distinguished but irresponsible neighbors." He whistled--and the chestnut horse was at his side before the echo of their laughter died away.
With a "so-long," the Ranger rode away into the night..