"You are right.My name is Helen Messiter," she said, by way of stimulating a counter fund of information.For, though she was a young woman not much given to curiosity, she was aware of an interest in thisspare, broad-shouldered youth who was such an incarnation of bronzed vigor.
"Glad to meet y'u, Miss Messiter," he responded, and offered his firm brown hand in Western fashion.
But she observed resentfully that he did not mention his own name.It was impossible to suppose that he knew no better, and she was driven to conclude that he was silent of set purpose.Very well! If he did not want to introduce himself she was not going to urge it upon him.In a businesslike manner she gave her attention to eating up the dusty miles.
"Yes, ma'am.I reckon I never was more glad to death to meet a lady than I was to meet up with y'u," he continued, cheerily."Y'u sure looked good to me as y'u come a-foggin' down the road.I fair had been yearnin' for company but was some discouraged for fear the invitation had miscarried." He broke off his sardonic raillery and let his level gaze possess her for a long moment."Miss Messiter, I'm certainly under an obligation to y'u I can't repay.Y'u saved my life," he finished gravely.
"Nonsense." "Fact."
"It isn't a personal matter at all," she assured him, with a touch of impatient hauteur.
"It s a heap personal to me."
In spite of her healthy young resentment she laughed at the way in which he drawled this out, and with a swift sweep her boyish eyes took in again his compelling devil-may-care charm.She was a tenderfoot, but intuition as well as experience taught her that he was unusual enough to be one of ten thousand.No young Greek god's head could have risen more superbly above the brick-tanned column of the neck than this close- cropped curly one.Gray eyes, deep and unwavering and masterful, looked out of a face as brown as Wyoming.He was got up with no thought of effect, but the tigerish litheness, the picturesque competency of him, spake louder than costuming.
"Aren't you really hurt worse than you pretend? I'm sure your ankle ought to be attended to as soon as possible.""Don't tell me you're a lady doctor, ma'am," he burlesqued his alarm.
"Can you tell me where the nearest ranch house is?" she asked, ignoring his diversion.
"The Lazy D is the nearest, I reckon." "Which direction?""North by east, ma'am."
"Then I'll take the most direct road to it.
"In that case I'll thank y'u for my ride and get out here." "But--why?"He waved a jaunty hand toward the recent battlefield."The Lazy D lies right back of that hill.I expect, mebbe, those wolves might howl again if we went back.""Where, then, shall I take you?"
"I hate to trouble y'u to go out of your way.
"I dare say, but I'm going just the same," she told him, dryly.
"If you're right determined " He interrupted himself to point to the south."Do y'u see that camel-back peak over there?""The one with the sunshine on its lower edge?""That's it, Miss Messiter.They call those two humps the Antelope Peaks.If y'u can drop me somewhere near there I think I'll manage all right.""I'm not going to leave you till we reach a house," she informed him promptly."You're not fit to walk fifty yards.""That's right kind of y'u, but I could not think of asking so much.My friends will find me if y'u leave me where I can work a heliograph.""Or your enemies," she cut in.
