"Lem, I guess you won't get your sleep till to-night.

Come on." "Awl" sighed Lem, as he picked up his bridle.
* * * * * Late that afternoon Columbine sat upon the porch, watching the sunset.
It had been a quiet day for her, mostly indoors.

Once only had she seen Jack, and then he was riding by toward the pasture, whirling a lasso round his head.

Jack could ride like one born to the range, but he was not an adept in the use of a rope.

Nor had Columbine seen the old rancher since breakfast.