’Mr. Howard was telling me of the work on the ranch.  Isn’t it interesting?’

‘So interesting,’ laughed Sanchia, ’that no doubt the heartless vagabond forgot to mention that he had just left me and that I had sent word by him that I was coming?’

‘I don’t believe you did say anything about it, did you?’ Helen’s level regard was for Howard now; the red of anger still flared under his tan and looked as much like guilt as anything else.  ‘Although,’ and again she glanced carelessly toward the trim form on the white mare’s back, ‘we were speaking of you only a moment ago.’

If Sanchia understood that nothing complimentary had been spoken of her she kept the knowledge her own.

‘We just had a little visit together in the mining-camp,’ she said, veiling the look she bestowed upon Howard so that one might make anything he pleased of it.  ’Alan knows he’d better always run in and see me first when he’s been away for ten days at a stretch; don’t you, Boy?’

For Howard the moment was nothing less than a section of purgatory.  He was no fine hand to deal with women; he stood utterly amazed at Sanchia’s words and Sanchia’s attitude.  He had not learned the trick of saying to a woman, ‘You lie.’  He had a confused sort of impression that the two girls were merely and lightly teasing him.  But having eyes that were keen and a brain which, though a plain-dealing man’s, was quick, he understood that somehow there was a stern seriousness under all of this seeming banter.  Single-purposed he turned to Helen; bluntly he intended to tell how he had seen Sanchia and how he had left her.

But Helen’s quick perception grasped his purpose, and in an anger which included him as well as herself with Sanchia, she wanted no explanations.  It was enough for her that he had seen Sanchia Murray first; that he had come direct from her.  She left the new bridle and spurs lying on the ground, passed swiftly by him and as she walked on said carelessly: 

’If you both will excuse me a moment I must run into the house.  I have something to do before papa comes in.’

Sanchia’s face glowed triumphantly, and her triumph was clearly one of sheer malevolence.  Howard lifted his face to hers, letting her read his blazing wrath.  She only shrugged her shoulders.

‘I wish to God you were a man!’ was all that he said.

‘I don’t,’ she rejoined coolly.  ’It’s a whole lot more fun being a woman.  Men are such fools.’

She saw a tremor shake him from head to foot.  He came a quick step toward her, even laid a tense hand on her horse’s mane as involuntarily his other hand was lifted; for the instant a wild fear thrilled through her.  She thought that he was going to drag her from the saddle; she had driven him hard, perhaps too hard.  But she saw beyond him Helen hurrying down the trail, she saw even that Helen was turning to glance back.  Resourceful in a crisis had Sanchia Murray always been; resourceful now.  She leaned forward, and, for Helen to see, patted the rigid hand on her horse’s neck.  She laughed again as she saw that Helen was almost running now; she could fancy that she had heard a gasp catch in the girl’s throat.