Not much! Make yourself to home, an' I'll walk out after a bit an' we'll look over the dog outfit.

When you see thet outfit you'll holler fer help." Wade bowed his thanks, and, putting on his sombrero, he turned away.

As he did so he caught a sound of light, quick footsteps on the far end of the porch.
"Hello, you-all!" cried a girl's voice, with melody in it that vibrated piercingly upon Wade's sensitive ears.
"Mornin', Columbine," replied the rancher.
Bent Wade's heart leaped up.

This girlish voice rang upon the chord of memory.

Wade had not the strength to look at her then.