It must have been past three o'clock, and Miss Allen could scarcely drag herself along.

When she saw him she turned faint, and sat down heavily on the steep-sloping bank.
The Kid rode up and stopped beside her.

His face was terribly dirty and streaked with the marks of tears he would never acknowledge afterwards.
He seemed to be all right, though, and because of his ignorance of the danger he had been in he did not seem to have suffered half as much as had Miss Allen.
"Howdy do," he greeted her, and smiled his adorable little smile that was like the Little Doctor's.

"Are you the lady up on the hill?
Do you know where the bunch is?
I'm--lookin' for the bunch." Miss Allen found strength enough to stand up and put her arms around him as he sat very straight in his little stock saddle; she hugged him tight.
"You poor baby!" she cried, and her eyes were blurred with tears.

"You poor little lost baby!" "I ain't a baby!" The Kid pulled himself free.