Charley rode in.He told us....I thought my heart would break.Poor Glenn! When he heard it....But never mind me.Jump your horse and run to West Fork!"The spirit of her was like the strength of her arms as she hurried Carley across the porch and shoved her down the steps.
"Climb on and run, Carley," cried Flo."If you only knew how glad he'll be that you came!"Carley leaped into the saddle and wheeled the mustang.But she had no answer for the girl's singular, almost wild exultance.Then like a shot the spirited mustang was off down the lane.Carley wondered with swelling heart.Was her coming such a wondrous surprise--so unexpected and big in generosity--something that would make Kilbourne as glad as it had seemed to make Flo? Carley thrilled to this assurance.
Down the lane she flew.The red walls blurred and the sweet wind whipped her face.At the trail she swerved the mustang, but did not check his gait.
Under the great pines he sped and round the bulging wall.At the rocky incline leading to the creek she pulled the fiery animal to a trot.How low and clear the water! As Carley forded it fresh cool drops splashed into her face.Again she spurred her mount and again trees and walls rushed by.Up and down the yellow bits of trail--on over the brown mats of pine needles --until there in the sunlight shone the little gray log cabin with a tall form standing in the door.One instant the canyon tilted on end for Carley and she was riding into the blue sky.Then some magic of soul sustained her, so that she saw clearly.Reaching the cabin she reined in her mustang.
"Hello, Glenn! Look who's here!" she cried, not wholly failing of gayety.