Her Prairie Knight
gloved hands, one above the other, on the saddle horn, and let his eyes riot with the love that was in him. He had not seen his Heart's Desire for a week. A week? It seemed a thousand years! And here she was before him, unusually gracious.
"Why? I discovered that hill two hours ago, it seems to me, and it wasn't more than a mile off. I want to see what lies on the other side. I feel sure no man ever stood upon the top and looked down. It is my hill—mine by the right of discovery. But I've been going, and going, and I think it's rather farther away, if anything, than it was before."
"Good thing I met you," Keith declared, and he looked as if he meant it. "You're probably lost, right now, and don't know it. Which way is home?"
Beatrice smiled a superior smile, and pointed.
"I thought so," grinned Keith joyously. "You're pointing straight toward Claggett."
"It doesn't matter," said Beatrice, "since you know, and you're here. The important thing is to get to the top of that hill."
"What for?" Keith questioned.
"Why, to be there!" Beatrice opened her big
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