She saw the black horse in the corral and she knew that Calumet had won the victory, for the black's head dropped dejectedly and she had never seen an animal that seemed less spirited.

It did not surprise her to find that Calumet looked tired, and when she came down stairs from changing her dress and got supper for them all, she did not mention the incident of the breaking of the black.

Nor would he talk, though she was intensely curious as to the motive which had prompted him to make her a present of Blackleg.

Was it an indication that he was feeling more friendly to her, or had he merely grown tired of Blackleg?
The answer came to her late that night, after Calumet had retired.
Betty and Dade were in the kitchen; Malcolm and Bob were in the sitting-room.

Betty had taken Dade into her confidence and had related to him the happenings of the day--so far as she could without acquainting him with the state of her feelings toward Calumet.
"So he can ride some ?" commented Dade, after she had told him about the black.