“Whoever gets up the saddle horses had better catch them in the pasture corral,” Parker declared, “it won’t do to turn them in with that wild filly and Captain Jack.”

“I think I shall go see that wonderful filly,” Carolyn June said as they left the table, “she may be the particular broncho I will want to ride—­”

“Not much,” Old Heck objected, “these outlaws ain’t exactly the kind of horses for women to fool with.  You can use Old Blue.  He’s gentle.”

“Did I tell you I wanted a ’gentle horse’?” Carolyn June asked with a bit of impatience.

“No, but I figured that was the kind you’d need on account of being raised back east—­”

“Well, I am going to see the Gold Dust maverick,” Carolyn June said with emphasis, “and if she suits me I’ll—­I’ll ride her!”

“I’ll go with you,” Skinny offered as Carolyn June stepped from the kitchen door and started toward the circular corral.

“Never mind!” she spoke shortly, “—­you can go catch ‘Old Blue’ and”—­with scorn in her voice—­“if he’s able to walk, maybe it will be safe for me to ride him to the end of the lane and back—­Ugh!  ’Old Blue!’ The very name sounds as if he was dead!”

“Old Blue’s a good horse,” Skinny protested, “—­we work him on the hay derrick—­”

But Carolyn June was gone, walking rapidly across the open ground in the direction of the corral in which the Ramblin’ Kid had turned Captain Jack and the Gold Dust filly.

“Jumpin’ eats!” Bert exclaimed as the cowboys started toward the stable, “didn’t the young one show her teeth sudden?”

“Skinny’s going to have his hands full if he don’t look out,” Charley Saunders remarked sagely.  “Still that kind ain’t as dangerous as the ones that act plumb gentle like the widow has acted so far.”

“Any female is treacherous,” Chuck observed grimly.  “They’re just like cinch-binders—­you can’t tell when they’re going to rare up and fall over backwards!”

“I’ll bet Ophelia turns out to be a W.C.T.U. or something,” Bert predicted solemnly.

“If she does it’s all off with the Quarter Circle KT, because Parker and Old Heck are both in love already,” Charley said as they rounded the corner of the barn.

Carolyn June gave a gasp of admiration as she stepped up to the circular corral and saw the Gold Dust maverick closely.

“Oh, you beauty!  You adorable beauty!” she breathed.

Captain Jack and the filly were near the fence next to the shed.  Carolyn June passed in between the low building and the corral to be closer to the horses.  The sky was cloudless and a wonderful liquid blue; the sun glistened on the rich, golden, brown sides of the mare and made her coat shine like delicate satin.  When Captain Jack and the filly saw Carolyn June they stood for a moment as rigid as though cast in bronze, heads held high, eyes fixed curiously yet without fear on the slender girlish figure.