Her Prairie Knight
Sir Redmond got a taste of the freezing process that made him change the subject abruptly.
The way was rough and lonely; the trail wound over sharp-nosed hills and through deep, narrow, coulees, with occasional, tantalizing glimpses of the river and the open land beyond, that kept Beatrice in a fever of enthusiasm. From riding blithely ahead, she took to lagging far behind with her kodak, getting snap-shots of the choicest bits of scenery.
"Another cartridge, please, Sir Redmond," she said, and wound industriously on the finished roll.
"It's a jolly good thing I brought my pockets full." Sir Redmond fished one out for her. "Was that a dozen?"
"No; that had only six films. I want a larger one this time. It is a perfect nuisance to stop and change. Be still, Goldie!"
"We're getting rather a long way behind—but I fancy the road is plain."
"We'll hurry and overtake them. I won't take any more pictures."
"Until you chance upon something you can't resist. I understand all that, you know." Sir Redmond, while he teased, was pondering whether this
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